Cliché smiles and faint laughs,
Artificial airs and atmospheres,
Rusty compliments and ruthless insults.
Glassy, ocean eyes and red, bright lips,
Flaxen hair and ivory teeth,
Floral embroidery and leather jackets,
Like they eat roses as food,
And drink honey as water,
Completely, and utterly and irrevocably beautiful.
And they seem like they will conquer,
And grasp everything within their reach,
Maybe they will, maybe they won't,
For we do not know what they think of,
But we know what goes through ours,
And with that,
Maybe,
We,
Can.
YOU ARE READING
Carte Blanche
Poetry"Isn't it fascinating, how I can write down all my deepest emotions and thoughts with ease, but with speech, I stutter with shame?"
