Once I was a tiny girl
with tiny little fingernails
leaning over to pick up your penny
carelessly tossed to the side
forgotten with nary another thought
i saw everything
filtering through the fillaments in the air
peering between those delicate minute slivers
a decent man passes by
forsaking in actuality
once my vision was so remarkably clear
do you remember when i could see through
that dense curtain that was opaque
your eyes always elsewhere
fliting from one banality to the subsequent
i'll never split open my mouth again
revealing the blood red interior
sealed for eternity
to protect the innocent
surely not a caustic remark branding me
an acid that nary will burn
mouths speak when eyes are blinded
stammering through a long sentence
thrusting against softness
is a trade of soul for soul?
can you feel that damp breeze
it grazes your face leaving clammy skin
in its wake
sifting over everything
did you find the remanants hidden
craftily inside the depths
i met her again
she gazed into my eyes and for one brief moment
i was reborn
shoved back out with a cry
and once my nails grew
a little girl no longer
with tiny little fingernails
leaning over to pick up your penny
carelessly tossed to the side
forgotten with nary another thought
i saw everything
filtering through the fillaments in the air
peering between those delicate minute slivers
a decent man passes by
forsaking in actuality
once my vision was so remarkably clear
do you remember when i could see through
that dense curtain that was opaque
your eyes always elsewhere
fliting from one banality to the subsequent
i'll never split open my mouth again
revealing the blood red interior
sealed for eternity
to protect the innocent
surely not a caustic remark branding me
an acid that nary will burn
mouths speak when eyes are blinded
stammering through a long sentence
thrusting against softness
is a trade of soul for soul?
can you feel that damp breeze
it grazes your face leaving clammy skin
in its wake
sifting over everything
did you find the remanants hidden
craftily inside the depths
i met her again
she gazed into my eyes and for one brief moment
i was reborn
shoved back out with a cry
and once my nails grew
a little girl no longer
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a35mmlife:
what a beautiful tradition. 'hashana haba be yerushalaim' should be said like a mantra... except that i hate jerusalem. maybe 'hashana haba be yisrael.' that works better for me...
a35mmlife:
this evening has made me miss my ex. *sigh*