2.26.2007

I Bet You Know You Don't Know

She struts,
Alone in her room,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Around her twin bed,
Reeling,
At the future,
There's everything she can do,
About it.
She windowshops her dreams,
On a very crowded sidewalk,
Making it happen,
Trying it on,
Bullets don't phase,
This one,
Just One.
She is BEAUTIFUL,
And I struggle,
Hoping and not believing,
Of some weakness,
That would make her need me.
Dark hair,
Life's Eyes,
And here I shuffle,
Making sand castles on everyone's beaches.

(Dedicated to Fran for calling me up out of the blue and giving me a literal need to write something new)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

you are an asshole.

appletrain said...

un) no, you're not.
deux) i really like this one.