High Strings

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Her eyes are deep
Like the unknown sea
Of doubt and despair
Of destiny and fantasy

She smiles like the sun
Sighs like the gentle wind
Her mind, though, is black and white
And her heart is rather dim

She feigns acute pain
Before her life has even begun
She isn’t too bad though
She is just high strung

Her touch is sweet
And her hair moves like the breeze
But not many have been charmed
By the grace of an empty leaf

She’d hold your hand
Like in her world you matter the most
But when the lights go up
She vanishes like a ghost

She loves like a goddess
Of your thousand splendid suns
And you wonder if you’re falling in love
Even though she is so high strung

She looks so beautiful
Perched at the edge of her faithful mirror
You almost ignore the imperfect
Way she holds the scissors

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You shower her with gifts
She pretends it turns her on
Smiles her empty smile
When you hand over the latest Louis Vuitton

And when the day she walks away
Leaving your heart tortured and broken
You wonder if it was because of you
Or was she just high strung

Because…

Because it always ends
Before it even begins
Because I lose my thought
Each time time twists and spins

Because truths often
Hurt more than the lies
Because running away
Helps the soul’s infinite sky

Because the best world
Is always a fantasy
Because one step out of the bell jar
Brings you back to reality

Because every life unloved
Is a life that is dead
Because in every love what’s told
Is never enough said

Because every soul has an audience
And every audience a voice
Because even music sometimes
Is just a lot of noise

Because that which doesn’t kill
Gives you pleasure too
Because everyday I breath this dead air
I love you too….

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The Red Shoe

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A little red shoe
Is the gateway
To the world
Full of dreams for you

It lies in innocence
Deep in the garden
Of my blooming daffodils
Awaiting your remembrance

A swing set sways
Blown by the wind
Wishing for your company
On this winter’s day

Awaiting your tiny hands
That held on to the chains
And with each rise
Imagined unknown mysterious lands

A lovely dressed up doll
Sits alone at your tea party
She misses the hugs
That kept away the night’s cold

She awaits mundane conversations
Your fairy tale concerns
The view from the dollhouse now:
Everyday is a dark revelation

Perched on my window sill
My cold dark mind
Flutters like that bee
Buzzing around my daffodils

They miss your touch so tender
Their beauty belying the truth
They bloom from the love
Seeping through from six feet under….

Breakable

A heart made of glass,
A soul of stone
Is so breakable
And just as alone
Ever thought what keeps us together?
That which falls apart
That which gives us laughs
And brings tears to our hearts?
Am I the strength of the times,
Or merely pain’s vulnerable friend?
Am I to be broken
And meet my likeliest end?
I’d rather be broken
and mend a torn soul
I’d rather fail
Would rather rise after a fall