There is a certain kind of sadness
pooling deep within your eyes
and every time you smile
every time you laugh
it shines so bright
I'm sorry.
so
the hour,,
glass is ticking
and dripping and crack-
ing. will you fall down again
tonight, graze a new knee, tango with
new tears and taste a different kind of dirt. With
beautiful bruised lips like yours, I bet you never knew.