Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Keystone

I forged a smile the other day
A lie just shy of showing teeth
Lost all interest in the way
The concrete cracks beneath my feet

Above me someone dotted, blotted
Blue in broken sliding clouds
Slowly slipping by unnoticed
My eyes had wandered somewhere else

Inside your open spacious ovals
I've lost my bearings in the white
Until the colour shapes and settles
The centre blackens all my sight

Eyes watch eyes with such attention
They flicker, flutter, fall and fumble
With this poorly fashioned keystone
My bridge to you will simply crumble

No comments:

Post a Comment

Leave a comment if you think it's worth it. I'll most likely reply to you.