Flyaways Poem by Craig Turner

We can only be,
The concoctions in love that we truly perceive,
There's no relevance in deceit,
Just grace in defeat,
It may be us against them,
There's no solutions without problems.

Dont rip me off emotionally,
And expect a kiss on the mouth,
Just behave freely,
What I adore dearly.

I didnt get clearance from the father,
To be the safety net for his daughter,
Now I'm wearing my feathery wings,
And flying south for the winter,

There's no solution to impulse,
No register for change,
Just problems and compulsions,
Just brains and slipstreams,
Close enough was nowhere near,
Just me and you dear.