Something so simple as letting one ride

Changes softly and smoothly, with eyes growing wide

The eyes of the one

Who, toyed with for fun,

Was left having wonderings of if you had lied

The coverings of secrets from pasts hidden ‘round

Tumbled through oceans, not making a sound

Silently stowed

Eyes never would know

The windows they broke and soon made home into ground

Fairytale or fool, or stumbling on

Oceans continued until nothing had gone

Talked circles in waves

And in the roof caved

The windows glass strewn, decorating the lawn

Shards overlooking the long grassy green blades

Disrupting the peace their humble selves’ made

But little could shove

Return, push, or love

A stained glass creation unchangeably gray