sometimes good things make you cry

morning pictures are always the most beautiful
that first smoke of the day
adding a mood for a new light
new crisp
bite me off another piece of that cookie
wrap me in lemon ginger tea
play those keys so sweetly
and tell me that sad story again
only sad because it made me so happy
so very
break my heart over and over again
in intervals
at that carnival
where we are always young
always safe
always still
time moving so still-ly
it feels so close
talking shit in front of the cotton candy stand
falling in love under artificial stars
you're not too far away this time
not when this song plays

i put my hands over my ear and my fake one, too
trying to keep all of it in my head
in my heart
trying to contain it all in this vessel
i fear i have not the capacity to keep you
but i'll try
i'll try my hardest
keep you now
hold you now in these words always in a minor key
always a string of melancholy tying our souls in an unravaelling knot
i want to be your joy clot
always there reminding you to smile
kiss away those troubled weights
replace them with magnolia blessings
or those things that grow in the middle of the grass
the ones on a stem with light as a feather hairs
you pick them and make a wish and blow
i want to be, not your wish, but the reason why you keep wishing
keep beleiving
i want to be that breath you hold for a moment
anticipating a suprise
maybe a present under the tree
a brand new bicycle!
a ribbon tied with my mama's love
my dad's proud approval
stamp me pretty
and let me be
all special like in a quilt of my history
sit on my feet and let me purr in you
sprinkle smiles on your every try
these trying's of life
i believe in yours
i really do
come sit next to me for awhile
i like that game
believing
in all those ridiculous untouchable dreams
it's only because of you we can attempt the touch in the first place
you are the dream
and i'm just reaching the best i can to get a little closer
understand it a little more
so that maybe the reach
will blossom into a hug

and then we'll take a picture
in the morning
and smoke will dance from my lips
and we'll talk about how many first smokes- of- the- day we've shared
how many wonderful days we've shared