She passes me, and I am unaltered
by her smile.
Her porcelain skin glistens in the dark.
The raindrops stagger off
the tips of her eyelashes.
I am content with my ways, but
how does this happen?
touched on the surface;
I'm lost. I have lost
A reason to acknowledge her.
She has her flaws; they are unmistakable.
I harness my ignorance and comfort my conscience.
And like the day that floats away,
the earth makes its great escape
from the burning sun.
So down that deep dark alley, I walk...
to start over.
I love this one. It touches on so many levels.
ReplyDeleteHoney, I really like this. It's so much better when you read it out loud to me =] <3
ReplyDeleteVery insightful. A beautiful way of looking at how days pass us by (if my interpretation is correct). Love it. ;-)
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