Walking Poetry

I can't promise forever,
but I could serenade you out of key.
I'm still afraid of getting older.
You know I'll never act my age.
I make masks into underwear
instead of putting them on my face.
Now this weathers getting colder
than the past that I can't change
and I've been trying to get better
at resisting the urge to leave.
My hearts an unbridled horse,
but it won't be hard to tame.
I can't give you the world,
but we could make some memories.
I've got a subtle way with words
and you're like walking poetry.
©shwords