her smile is tears enough
I want to believe
the reach to clutch
the light she hides her pain behind
I cannot touch
her smile was tears enough
to drink in so we fed upon them
and drunk on each drop shed
we hungry men, sated
and felt ourselves lucky then
to be given an upturned lip
and think it the truth
to be shown the sunshine
and not see it as blues
“I understand.”
“Really.”
see Im gonna spend more time on your archives vs. looking for that new and improved crack.
~this head