Sunday, February 21, 2010

Mine is a distraction. Yours is a masterpiece.

Friday, February 5, 2010


I promise to clean up in the morning.
Tonight, just let me fall apart as I watch you walk away.

You shone a light on my fears and showed me I had nothing to be afraid of.
Then you left and put all the lights out.
While I was awed by the sun on your face,
I never noticed the hurt held in your hands.