She drifts into something
Not so fulfilled with
Purpose
With the urge to
Disperse every word
That escapes from her
Lips like a
Whisper
As she stares
At the lightning clouds
Through mirror eyes
&
Imbalanced hope
Hurt by
Indiscretion
&
Ill-proposed compromise
You can have
Her heart
&
Break it, too
You could play
Off-tune
Just to catch
Her mood
But it kills when
You can't keep
Her warm
She has what you said
Were "beautiful words"
Wouldn't you know
They're all about
You?