Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Pretty

I should have known
When you walked in with that movie star face
That you’d never understand me
Nor I you
But what use is understanding
When dark eyes carve a longing trench
Deep and wide through the heart of me
I want to fill it with your stories
Hide myself away
Observe your careful hands in flight
As they reach through my closed lips
And pull out everything I never wanted to say