February 4, 2012


an inexplicable hint of sadness
i glimpse in her eyes.
have i not seen it before?
has it always been there?

in her smiles, and her laughter
and her dreams of everafter,
in her sinful tales of magic
and her sunlit desolation.

she has believed in it too much
to say it does not exist,
she has lived in it too long
to walk out and be sane.

her heartbeats sound like raindrops
on an old forgotten roof,
her laughter tastes like cloves
and a remembrance of giddy youth.

all she was and ever will be
is written in your eyes,
she can pretend all she wants
all you have to do is look,
and she remembers how to fly.
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