Falling at the foot of you
by your hand the bruises merge
Like salt on the wound your presents stings
you progress from red to blue
Your thoughts suffice for your lack of knowledge
secret affairs of them and you
forgettable incidents of previous years
percussion that you feel within
Naïve youth wasted on your lips
eyes so wise they never move
a heart that beats out of time
rhythmic gestures of a hidden face
disguised emotions locked away
absent to your presented form
the dreams you hold so dear
rest behind a caged mind
her touch melting all that surrounds
only leaving what is real
