Only the shadows change
so being naked and
using that as an excuse
is,
well it is being what it is
that makes us unique,

I prefer antique
but
I just wanted to let you know
that classic will do.

She said,
Hot,
but she was talking about the
saucepan
I, as a man misconstrued
ah
you can't choose who you are
only what you will become.

I'm my mother's blood and bone
Features on my face are shown
Identical birthing hips
More alike the more I have grown  

And same bit of mischief is harbored in my eyes
In a slightly browner shade to focalize
Motionless in front of reflection transfixed
Cannot help but overanalyze

But on a binge of self-pitying despair
How can I mosey forward with only memories there?
Similarities between are reminders everywhere I turn
Her soul absent and I am all too aware

It comes and goes in undulations of pain
Lost in labyrinth lurking in my brain
Crippled by spilled love that will never return
Only empty echoes within broken heart remain