Monday, May 17, 2010
Hanging the drapes on the windows of my soul.
It seems to me you know too much.
You see me as nothing more than a name,
something to attach yourself to
in order to portray a more perfect image of "you"
Beautiful words flow from your tangled tongue
drawing me nearer with every strategically placed compliment.
awe stricken by the thought of your admiration
Searching from my window longing for your touch.
But your heart is not true.
You cannot see who I am because to see who I am would mean that you could see me at all.
Hiding outside my windows
Those bushes can't mask your intentions.
I have hung the drapes
now I'm closing the blinds
"click" lights out.
where are you now?