You'Re Poem by James McLain

i am hanging on, though it was fun
dare i tell them, lest they
how in the open like the sun.
the sad clown, is never changing
chasing off the happy girl,
because:
all of or none of the others
and what they may, always think of her..
putting the sun in a bottle, watching it shine.
pulling the cork out of magic.
how many times and you know you have
watched my moves in slow motion
as the rose starts to open.
running the film backwards and frontwards
because now that you have it, what do you have.
who is your judge,
who comes up behind you and lifts your grace
beyond past it's curls.
when every where i look i see cups of face
and your face is hard,
harder than stone they carve out in denial.
it is only because your mentally ill that i love you.
other wise, like too the rest my 'love' a bore.