Alone Or Burnt

Hidden in the curves of a smile
Profound sadness lurks
Leftover salt from long dried tears
Scars from the adhesives of a taped up picture.

The girl with smile
Mostly she’s real
She smiles so pretty
And her eyes light so nicely

But sometimes shes so fake it hurts
Her smile is invaded by worms
And her eyes encompass mirror images of grave robbed dirt
And so her smile gets more cracks

Skin eroded by the tears and the tape
By her lies and by the fake
But she doesn’t lie to you
Or to me
She lies to herself
Pretends she’s her own family.

A solo soul
Alone for the journey
But she has no path
Just warts from the worry.

And its not that shes better
Nor that shes worse
She’s just different
In a plain separated from the rest

And when she is happy
Shes really so pretty
And when she is sad
The beauty is a pity

But she tries and she tries
To beat this affliction
To write when she’s happy
To write happy things
To sing nice songs
To say nice things
But at the end
Or the beginning

In the company of air
She sits and reminisces
Of a future she’s never had
Of a future she may never have

Tumults of rock
Clasps of dirt
Boxes strewn
Alone or burnt.