mine.
"you are beautiful," you say,
and your eyes are
glazed in cloudless memory
of her radiant passion
and honeyed heart.
(so i thank you.)
"and smart," you add,
and smile majestically as you
take in cluttered shelves glinting
with her golden laurels and
carefully dusted plaques.
(i blush.)
"i love you," you say,
and my eyes well up
in tears that were never hers.
(and i know that you were never mine.)
a.n.: experimental thinger. maybe poetry's not my thing. :p review please, you lurking sillies. (:
becky.