You look for the reflection of inflection for life that makes your mouth tug upwards at the corners
In her eyes
There is nothing, she says nothing
She has nothing left to give
All that you never asked for is gone
The silence woven between strands of small talk says everything
Empty
No, hungry
She would devour the intimacy of knowing
She is human
But she is searching in all the wrong places
You never asked for all she had to give
Wonder now if emptiness is next to godliness
To devour pretense and lies
Is a sure way trip to hell
She is in hell
But you are not here to deliver the gift of the divine
You think of holding her hand
And you pray that that is enough
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People are People are People
ŞiirA jazzy little collection of poems that were born to keep me a little bit sane. If you're into peeping in on someone's inner universe, then this is specially crafted with you in mind. As the poems go on, I get older, life gets harder, but the poetry...
