Falling, falling, falling

Falling
in and out of love
and back in again

Like dreams
that float across our
wearied eyes

We watch them come
and go

And when we wake
they're gone

Only the memory remains

That's what falling out of love is
...kind of at least

Only closed doors can keep us
from moving forward
Except if our legs
are broken

Just like our hearts
are broken

The yellow daisy
refuses to bloom
because she's afraid
of being trampled upon

That's what love is like
when you try to fall back into it