Stoop Down

I could be a secret, whose expression won’t see light

Or I could wear my fears, on the sleeves of those who might

Like to stoop down

Like to fade into the night

Tend to break down

Tend to reach for lower heights

I could be  a liar, if I cared enough to try

I‘d embrace desire, if it’d make the days go by

Like they used to

Like they did before I learned

If you choose to

You can blaze, but not be burned

& all these things I could’ve been

But wouldn’t be . . . . . for you

Some days I feel that I could charm the glow from fireflies

Other days I worry, I’ll be blinded by their flashing lights

I like to stoop down

Hope to blend into the night

When I break down

I break down, without a fight

If I could be a thousand miles away from yesterday

I’d leave my baggage far  behind, & throw my past away

If I could turn a million heads, I’d only turn my own

& it will see, what I believe- a back without a bone

I love to stoop down

Try to make peace with the night

When I feel down

Then I know, I’ll be alright