Friday, June 27, 2008

For you...

I say what I shouldn’t have
And you say nothing that I want you to
I lay my insides out
And I know I shouldn’t have
I look back at it already and I know…
I know that I have been a fool
A fool to believe what I imagine is true
What I imagine will be true
But I still do
I cannot be otherwise
I look at you and I am blank
A picture flickers and dies
It has me and you and a happy smile in it
You look at me and smile
You say it smells of wet grass
I think yes
Yes it does
It smells of wet tears…

2 comments:

Psmith said...

beautifully written. It conveyed a feeling of pain that was startling in its intensity.

Urvashi said...

being appreciated for the ability to express pain... :)
thanks