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By distant moon Date: 2001 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.18.16.24.23197]] |
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I saw her for the first time in pink, the Playboy bunny on her chest, making it hard to look away, Her low cut jeans fit her perfectly But her eyes, filled to the brim with teardrops All just waiting for her to exhale so they may spill I wanted to hold her close and tell her things would be fine But even I wasn't sure... She sat Indian style, staring longingly at the floor My eyes scoured the surface areas of her body hoping That maybe I could see a glimmer of love Love that she had never shown before in her life But now, she with her boyfriend And me, alone...as usual Things may change, but at least I stay consistent I tell myself these things to ease the pangs of frustration I am the psychotic lover They tell me these things trying to sound concerned Then run away The hug goodbye was more of a touching of souls But with him so close by, I was afraid of what I showed My face remained blank, like a game of poker We said our goodbyes and I haven't seen her since But luckily, I had my fingers crossed... So our time will come again... |