Weak Spots Xxiii
The pretty cast of sorrow—
Hollow, yet comforting,
When damasked on those lips,
Or teased upon that fake smile
I see such sorrow inside of her
And weep inwardly,
For I love her gazes
And hate her mazes
Paler now is the face
And love it more I must,
For the moment I express disgust,
She is gone like rain
Leaving guilt on trickling rooftops
Hollow company—
Is still company,
And that is why I still love her—
Somehow her smile is real
2.23.20
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2021
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