Camelot

Camelot

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Horseshoe Simile



Though you smile
Lips upturned
Horseshoe simile

The sadness inside
Jogs out for miles
I sit in quiet solitude
Waiting
For you
To open up to me

You pivot away
To adjust your facade
Speaking of lightness
And gaiety

But, behold, your eyes
They tell no lies
They declare
Your misery

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