[ sept ]
you're like a window
light shines through
but it's dark inside
cardigans for curtains
all those lovely shapes, beside
depending on the weather
sometimes you're blue (don't forget i can see through)
sometimes you're black
sometimes stars get stuck
fixation, oxygen deprivation
where would we be without you...?
dot, dot, dot, question
the stars get stuck in the cracks
obviously a metaphor for your flaws
and these lines/curves/obscurities
of my vision
help me see you
prism, dancing, and trying to age like wine
getting, getting better all the time
reflect it back
childhood
magnolia leaves
currently being abandoned
streets
real estate
and different paint
then college
NOT taking you're money
"too bad, see you next time honey"
lanterns and moths like houseguests
here to assess the property damage
you are not real estate
you are a window
light shines through
ivy like a crown
curtains like a blanket
you're looking from the corner
feeling like the abandoned streets
ex boyfriend like kids throwing stones
they're blind, so they usually miss...you're beauty
you may crack, fracture, fractal
but you are urban
there will be renewal
here comes the repairman (not that you need a man)
band-aids & stickers
heartache like a stomachache
and he's looking in
there's the windowsill
light shines through
you are more than a window
but it's dark inside
— she's no metaphor, she's no simile by mosaic
( suggested to me by a good friend of mine )
