She squints and glares, fixed on you
Eagle eyed, she wanders through.
The cries and spiels and sobs you say
Don't connect, are moved away.

Differing the false from fact
The eyes cant play part in the act.
It's them she stacks her frame around
Separating sight from sound.

She wiped a hole and delved down in
Stopped to turn at every sin.
Rooting as your soul projects
With every truth some care collects

A timelapse every blink of yours
with every shift perception draws.
With just a whisper of your smile
A creasing curve forms in her spine.
And replicates there in her eyes
Her wisdom and good sense disguised.







◄ Count to five

Bankruptcy ►


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that bloody poet

Mon 16th Feb 2015 22:58

Beautiful lyrics, special.
You hooked me immediately! Divine!

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