Begging The Question

Black and white
And overly dramatic
All the colored lights give the people headaches

Never could keep inside the lines
I think there's symbolism there
I never was good with goodbyes
That's how i ended up here
Half grown up
And full of doubt like poetry
Never read and rarely thought about

Think about the days
When everything wasn't the same and
We appreciated snow that fell
And ourselves as much as someone else
It may be a long time gone
But as long as we go on..
I'll remember crayon-scrawled cards
Pasted with all cut out hearts

Black and white
And overly dramatic
All the colored lights give the people headaches
Pulling eyelashes
Just to wish on them for something fast
And maybe something beyond that