Sappy Morning Poem

Thing called love-REJJ ©

Tumbling down the sidewalk
of broken love affairs
skinned hearts and bruised egos
Will you be my bandaid?
pick me up and set me right
sooth my wounds
with salve words
and fresh romance?
I need some new skin,
a new street,
a new friend
to walk hand and hand with
on the path to infinite.
I need a new moon,
a new song,
another chance to get it all wrong
or maybe this trip
will be the right fall
the right love
at the right
time and space
the perfect collide
of person, place,
and this thing
I keep avoiding.