Saturday, May 03, 2008

I turn my head to the side

and smile

serenely - knowingly.

I once wished I could stay, but now I only want to move. Skirt swishes, hair whispers across eyes, I smile because you cannot see me. I duck behind taller bodies but I am not hiding.

I feel no shame from passing beats.

Oh, but I still know it

head still sideways - your lies disgust me -

Let's go - it's our song!

I look but will no longer watch.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Diana my friend, very thought provoking. I'm no psychologist, but i want to say the muse for that piece was a personal one-if i'm wrong, sorry bout that. i hope everything is doing well, that piece certainly was. anyway, back to studying, but keep up the good work!

~Josh S.