Old Souls Poem by Michael Webb

Your smile reminds me of the times
Where the only care was being blind
Blindly in love isn't a crime
But it makes it hard to find
Reason in the useless days
When you weren't there to tell me
That there is a reason to be alive
In a desert representative of my eyes
That have ran out of tears to cry
You see the emptiness of the mind
That closed off the outside
Like blinds drawn
At the break of dawn
Afraid to see the light
Afraid to let someone inside
For fear that they too will be gone
Why am I so emotional
I really don't know
Why are the oceans pulled
By the moon in the sky
Why does the led get dull
When it tries to write
The story that you told
A million times
Of a boy and a girl
Who's grip couldn't hold
Onto the weight of two souls
Drifting away from love
Instead of just letting it grow
We thought it got old
But old means it worked
Or so I've been told