If I had known you then,
I would never have left you
so much alone
And I know that you've waited
all these years, peeking out
from behind the curtain,
half eager, half afraid
Please don't cry, I never really lost you,
for it was your eyes I looked through
under life's scathing stare,
trying to brazen it out with
too many black clothes,
too much khol
I hope you won't be dissappointed,
for we are so much the same;
I have not yet learned confidence
or how to make friends,
I'm still self-concious and mute
on the verges of parties
So I think you softly, softly
you come, with faun steps
and harebell eyes, my constant twin,
but tenderer, purer, sweeter,
with a child's unsullied belief
in starting again
Comments
skinner_jennifer | May 12, 2011 - 16:27
This is great shoe, I love that last stanza:-
So I think you softly, softly
you come, with faun steps
and harebell eyes, my constant twin,
but tenderer, purer, sweeter,
with a child's unsullied belief
in starting again.
Beautiful, I think it would be great, for the
Competition. You go for it and Good luck!
Jenny.
maisie | May 12, 2011 - 18:01
I'm with you for the first two stanza's - you lose me with the next wwo. and the last is simply yummy!
fatboy74 | May 12, 2011 - 20:28
'under life's scathing stare,
trying to brazen it out with
too many black clothes'
Is wonderful stuff. Very much enjoyed the whole - go for it shoe. :-)
shoe | May 13, 2011 - 11:50
Thanks for your support Jenny, Much appreciated.
Hi, maisie, Thanks for the feedback, I may tinker with it yet.
Thanks fb, Your comment on about going with the prompt may have triggered something else so we'll see! thanks for the the encouragement.:}