Bent out of shape

Hmm.

You rekindled something deep in me
that I thought could never return
a fire which seemed to flame bright
but so short and abrupt in the burn

I know you will forget me soon enough
and these things happen for a reason
but thank you for the few memories
that I will remember to forget in return

you probably thought of me as someone
who could never come of age adequately
maybe in your eyes I could never have
addressed any given situation appropriately

now you're a fading dream I cling on to
wishing hard to drive away but cannot
because your smile is the winning factor
the special one for which I long have sought


Cheers,

Crawldaddy