Assigned Love Poem 1 Poem by Steven Stocker

I'm seeing the colors in the sky
and all the lies that I would hide behind
Its up to you to close your eyes
either way you'll see through my disguise

The feeling, the aura that you radiate
and the things we would say when it got too late.
Where it is that we congregate
that undecided time and place

I drive you crazy, but you're used to that
its not a question of faith, its a matter of fact
If I am the lightening then you're the thunderous clap
We manipulate the rain and the world at that.