in too deep

why don't you cut it out
why don't you put it in a frame
why don't you stare at it
while calling out his name

why don't you put it on your nightstand
and kiss it every night
why don't you fall asleep
holding it in your arms tight

don't let it fade
don't leave it out in the sun
don't find it in your pocket
after the wash is done

don't forget where you put it
don't shove it under the pile
don't forget to dust it
and decorate it in style

down the well traveled road
a mile or two
you'll see it there
with the longing eyes you used to

our overused toys
all see the same fate
but by the time we notice
it's too little too late

so unclasp your fingers
so open the door
because what you've been missing
is worth a whole lot more

the loss is a lot harder
the pain is a lot greater
when it's all you have
there'll be devistation later

...needs some revision. It's kind of like two things shoved together, resulting in a bit of awkwardness. All well. That's what I get for making stuff up in my head, not writing it down, and finishing it later.

it's that
perfect picture of you
looking like
two people in love do