Your face is a rainy day
You've bought every umbrella in town
But you're still soaking wet
And it's pulling you down
I can see you drawing pictures
but you're running out of time
Any girl can paint a dream
To tell herself she's fine
Your heart is rusted over
Yet you polish still in vain
To wake up every morning
With a feeling just the same
Painful is the knowledge
Of your soon and sure defeat
Thinking that your works can win
A place with the elite
Your laugh sounds like a sobbing
Your sobbing like a sigh
Your eyes play with the lightning
Your fingers with the sky
Your quiet told me a story
That your loud forgot to say
Your "yes" revealed a "maybe"
That scared your "no" away
***This poem was written while thinking of one of my "lost" non-christian friends.
7/6/09
1 comment:
this was beautifully well written i really love the line
"any girl can paint a dream to tell herself shes fine"
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