Tulip,
You're running again,
and I happen to be a sliding door.
~
She is a riddle;
A puzzling question
that never seem to
have a correct answer.
As I try to figure out
what she's thinking,
I get lost in her eyes.
And when I speak
words that try to put
the pieces together,
they are shuffled instead.
Just like my s a n i t y.
