Just There

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Pearl beauty, ensnared truth within, Too pretty to break, Too proud to scream, What I fear, I don't understand. Daisy left behind, Drooping solitude somewhere, A valley, a hillside of alone, Forlorn. How any pedals still sway in the breeze, Sight for no one stays to see, Just there, just for me.

Why perform cliches? Wanting not what I can have, But wanting the disillusion of it all. But you endure, In the dusty light of the hall, Below the bare bulb, Swinging, alone, Forlorn. How many sorrys behind the sparkle of my eyes, For you that always leaned and lingered, Just there, just for me.

Three shall be finished, No longer blown away, my facades Your facades time and again shed today Under the sunlight of this afternoon, I saw all the love glisten behind your smile. The gesture that broke my ices, Melted, known, Reborn. How many songs I secretly bare for you, Softly, little whistles between our stares, Just there, just there.

Everywhere.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .