Mr. Owl
Silly girl
You sit here and lick away at your enlightened lollypop
Driving him with your silent stares
Open your eyes
Beautiful portholes
Holes to your ever giving soul
A soul that doesn't exist
To you….
Eyes that spill tears that are very real
To you…
The taste, salty
The trail they leave
A temporary reminder of sadness down your cheek
Goodness, look at the time
How long does this sadness intend to last?
Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2007
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