The Girl That Lost Her Way-
I thought I saw your curious eye starring through the key hole
of my old cedar door
it was confirmed when I opened it and saw your lipstick painted cigarette still smoking
on the floor
I hope you weren’t trying to take a look into my unspoken thoughts
of speculating sorrow
because they will not be revealed until they scatter about my dreams that will
deliver me to tomorrow
and no you’re not invited to watch the slideshow that will projected onto the closed lids
of my amber eyes
that viewing is reserved for those who have removed their vale to show who they are
and extinguish their disguise
but for you to do that you would have to be true to yourself and that’s impossible
with your partly cloudy personality
because as a casualty of conformity you have sacrificed your hopes and dreams
that once accompanied your originality
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