night time ryhmes

an elicit expulation
of thoughtful diliberation
brought on by procrastination
of constinant gestation
think of things from on million angles
that wave in the air
like the stars and the spangles
and then my hopes dangle
with the wind gone
and my hopes drawn
dawn becons from beyond
the darkened night
knifes shapened for the fight
you bite he bites back
you write he writes back
verbal attacks of the wax
hoping for a chance to rack
thought that are bought
lost and then cought
reintroduced like a spoof
and then like poof
dissapeared and reared
from places never feared
but brought to the darkness
like a slow falling tear
the night time harkens
and the lights no more near
so stear clean and beware
dont count the explination
to lead to anser inquirys
the streched patience
to encourage jurys
the diliberations the same
the inebriation remains
despite what you say
you cant frame the loss
and toss away the thoughts
that brought you from the pricipice
back in the morning for breakafast
you lost your necklace
but he still has your heart
and thats at least a start
it doesnt matter about the beging
its all about the ending
and what comes about
trough living and comprehending
so dont push the problem
dont try to solve em
hand em to him
and let him dissolve them