The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

With a smile in my window and words stacked up neat,
I press lips upon mirrors with the world at my feet.
Fading letters and numbers on postcards unsent,
Pictures with landscapes crossed with intent.

Disregard my ocean, it fails to evaporate,
Much like an ego that refuses to deflate,
Pressed hard for empty pages, books filled with memories,
I falter between the line of friends and enemies.

Slip your thoughts in my mouth, your love in my head,
But never forget all of those things you once said,
I won't let them go for as long as I can't hold you,
Because that's all I have left to cling solemnly too.