Monday, November 2, 2009

day 105: she had eyes

She had eyes

Blue

Soft like the sincerest of apologies

She’s heard them too many times im sure

Its not you

Its me

Im sorry

How blind of a lie can build walls between her beauty and what the world sees

I wonder who built this masterpiece

Placed each limestone block beneath the one before to create a temple of love to worship

And how can no one else see its beauty

I am not a patchwork quilt

Don’t dare sew your history into me

She screams some nights through her dreams

I wonder

Why build a wall before you when you could use that same energy to build pillars within you that would actually hold you up

I’ll be the walls the stand after he rest falls

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