Trying Hard To Be Sisyphus

She's got a nice smile
Like the ones you find in magazines 
Or old T.V.

Like the wind dancing through
A bit too slow for you to see it clearly
All the folded pages
Pressed against
The lining of my pocket 
As I let it slip into 
Your hand

And it's never chilly
Strange because we live in New York
Where it's always snowing
But I never feel the cold

And her warm winter jacket
Frail, yet over-dramatic
With her homemade scarf
Hung tight around her nose
And her Rebellious pose
And always new hellos 
When everyone knows whats her

She lets her arms slip down
As I break her armor
Now

I've got
Expert prose
To heal your new lows
Winding blows
Trading punches
For adorable
So adorable

And I try to grab 
Before it fades
The images in my head
A television set upon your
Face

And I tore
The hands off of
All my clocks
But in the silence I still don't 
Hear her laughter 
Like I should