i think i have written this before
i know i will think it again, again
when...
do those classy ladies
with hepburn smiles and frowns
get close enough
to give a chance for a say
in the whole matter of
tugging a sliver of heart out
every time they walk away
and the worst part of it all
is when they do come near
and it is finally made known
that they think and dream just the same
making me love them all the more
beauty is skin deep,
any further and you scratch something
utterly unknowable to the wearer
so how could one hope
to ever know the nature
of those classy hepburn ladies
just know they wonder
how you keep so chipper
a mess can be beautiful:
dreams are a perfection
and we are moving in.