Grr.

cement me here.
cast me off as an idea.
frustrate me.
forget while I fabricate.
fall to my knees
and don't believe.
you're too fake
to appreciate.

Where Are We?

There we are
There we may be-
Cushioned next to each other on the comfiest couch we know-
Arms laced, hands zipped together;
Our feet propped up on the coffee table ('cause it's just better that way.)
Content.
My head on your shoulder,
As you tell me your goals and aspirations-
Such big dreams for a mere mortal,
Yet I know God-willing you could change this world.
And so;
As quiet as the clock ticks, so;
We find out the rhythm that works together-
Works forward-
Yet stays here forever.