I'm sorry that I can't ever quite
Fill the glass
That sits empty at your place mat
I'm sorry that the coffee
Will never reach the rim
Of the mug
That touches your lips
More than I ever would.
I'm sorry that
The only that is full
Are your eyes
Of disappointment
As I can never stand tall enough
To reach the dusty cupboards
As I can never focus enough
To wash the cracked dishes
As I can never reach far enough
To close the rusted shutters
As I can never shrink small enough
To be as little as you make me feel
As I can never stretch long enough
To touch the edge of this crooked cage
I know your gaze
Don't think that I don't
You watch the cars
And the birds
And the children in the street
The dancing treetops
The light that entwines itself
In your abandoned hands
Or the street when it rains
Oh
But
Darling
Your
Lost
Eyes
Never
Seem
To
Find
Me.
YOU ARE READING
Breakable Contents
Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
