The Overflo

A pretty face circled cold eyes that lovers once knew Retreat in to dreams so old, and dangerous the rest won't stay She runs away on paths that I was meant to lose She tells me that route we took is the cheshire grin noosed too tight, too soon Bare toes on the tops of headstones that hangs us with every move Lost in the haze of flowers that petal post humorous, a little laugh for tongue and cheek  Halfmoon dreams, and smiles saucers balanced on hopes so high the fall would kill long before the climb Thoughts of futures painted on the wonders where we anchored our hearts and threw our dreams so far Books lined with half-truths and indifference catalogs of lives alive with hope