I thought your smile
was a fence;
and so,
I tried to climb it.
Now my legs ache,
and my hands drip red
from the cuts of the attempt.
What hurts the most
is realizing that I --
standing behind a velvet rope --
have been left dumbfound, staring
at art
I simply will never understand.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
I thought your smile
was a fence;
and so,
I tried to climb it.
Now my legs ache,
and my hands drip red
from the cuts of the attempt.
What hurts the most
is realizing that I --
standing behind a velvet rope --
have been left dumbfound, staring
at art
I simply will never understand.
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