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By twinkle Date: 2002 Dec 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.16.02.39.18230]] |
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alone in the coffee shop my tears fall slowly to the page. i lined my eyes for you spent far too much time at the mirror coated my lips in waiting for your screaming absent kiss. i have become lost in the plains of your eyes i am a slave emptied on your skin i am easily tortured by the silent telephone, and i am wounded by your too kind words. your thoughtlessness burrows deep within. you do not know your power be careful you hold me so closely (i am so very far but) you hold me so very near easily unwittingly obliviously tirelessly. am i not a woman am i not untouched and unfinished in this angry scarlet dress am i not alone |