The boy who cried, the girl

In wickedness a smile's façade,

laughter entrances though seemingly odd

And I know your mind lies elsewhere

That I am not always in your view.

I thought to be bit more strident, though

And not to let you wander, no

But a mind has boundaries all its own.

Tangled in a listless heap, mangled from

A lack of sleep.

And intangible though, the worries were

I strove to mend them, tend them

Make them something worthier

My nerves balanced on trepidation

Lasting only through hesitation

Fangs gleam through white woolen fur.

See the balance bend, my love

See the way we break it down

Taking, pushing, building, burning

Always winding, climbing, turning

Tempting us with lights of hope

Once again our saving rope

We're always coming back around