There's a place for those
like you and me, kid--staring
through this window pane, at odds
for hours. Conversations even out
these nights 'til a year's passed.
A smile of glass that dies too fast
ain't all we're sharing; just the
loudest thing we're sharing, staring
through this silent frame.
There's a place for those
like you and me--where we can go
when seasons roll
around our guts
and come back up
in boiling years.
That place is here,
in this square frame,
with our smile of glass that breaks
too fast
when dice cast cry out snake eyes;
ours are blue,
and some are brown.
But she looks pretty
happy
now.
So it's back into this mirror frame
for debates had through window panes
and scrubbing hard with scalding water
rinsing off our name.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
There's a place for those
like you and me, kid--staring
through this window pane, at odds
for hours. Conversations even out
these nights 'til a year's passed.
A smile of glass that dies too fast
ain't all we're sharing; just the
loudest thing we're sharing, staring
through this silent frame.
There's a place for those
like you and me--where we can go
when seasons roll
around our guts
and come back up
in boiling years.
That place is here,
in this square frame,
with our smile of glass that breaks
too fast
when dice cast cry out snake eyes;
ours are blue,
and some are brown.
But she looks pretty
happy
now.
So it's back into this mirror frame
for debates had through window panes
and scrubbing hard with scalding water
rinsing off our name.
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