knowing

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
tired eyes
morning disguise
sun creeping in through
the open window
stretch and yawn
and find my feet
every morning i see her
her face in the window
as i pass by
sometimes i'd wonder
what was going on
in that head of hers
other times i just
wouldn't care
couldn't get up the nerve to bother
i saw enough to know
that no one worked out
what was going on inside her mind
her body carried a weight around
followed her around
that dragged her down
waiting for her to fall
to pull her under
she never smiled
black eyes empty
i wiped the steam
from the bathroom mirror
when i looked
i saw her
she was me
and
i was her.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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Comments

  • I like this, catefrances, it's sad and I could easily see this girl going through the motions.

    In all honesty, I think you could end it after this:

    "i wiped the steam
    from the bathroom mirror" :)

    I understood that it was the same person after that, and it hit me hard. I think in adding the lines after that part, it detracts from the overall feeling--it's too spelled out for us and I just dont' think it's necessary. :) Just my opinion, of course.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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