Falling Apart - A Lovers Guide

• Callum Moody, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2008

When things come together they fall apart, eager in their anxious dart
Caught enraptured by a beating heart, a seldom face
They look nice together, no lingering trace
Of a hurried coming in a lonely park, beyond the rays of nightly dark,
Only whispers of their embrace

They stroll neatly forward in their golden attire, hiding smiles of desp’rate desire
That physical they both require, tingling ’long their skin
This is not real it is a farce to hide that force within
That drives one crazy for the next, til the minds works feats that do complex
The instinct that drives us in.

They reach the stage with their hands held tight, blinded by the flashing light
It captures them in every slight, unnoticed by their bounding love
And the music stops, a fleeting dove
Before the anger does swift arise, as the lovers shed their guise
And those things of course they do despise, coming pouring out in shocking cries
And it all falls down above.