silent girl in the red dress, what else do you hide behind that smile? "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." the hollows of your cheeks casting diffuse rose shadows, the soft glare— lips that make the smile but don't quite touch the eyes, eyes that see to you but you don't see them back, —peering out of the frame, half turned to go but just there enough to see (your eyes are so wide with joy); be this happy forever, it suits you. your knowing winter face is shy and alive, and you never say anymore but you are glowing— in this, ironically, you are exceptionally dissonant; the permanence is astounding— startling, halogenic— you, the girl in the quiet red dress, captivate. and no one will see you.
saw a girl in a red dress with a pretty smile, thought she had some secrets up her sleeve.