Yesterday,
I noticed something different
about the way he stands,
about the way he looks at me
and smiles halfheartedly.
this anxiety becomes my only dream.
I walk in on tragedy - love
standing naked on the dance floor again
and all the courtiers would laugh
to witness art in its rarest form...
this is raw emotion -
put up on a pedestal,
so everyone can see.
this is how I feel.
The thought of him with his hands on me
is starting to feel like a joke -
so I let my mind wander, and
this imperfect theory absorbs me -
and I begin to speculate,
on things I'll likely
never live to see...
And no one outside this loop,
this little secret we share
will ever know the
beauty perched delicately behind
this facade,
these mysteries
disguised as practicality. |