You said it,
But you didn't mean it,
You wanted to say something else.
I said if for you and your eyes fell heavy to the ground when you realized it was true.
It amazed us both really,
How heavy those words weighed and yet they lingered in the air like lavender does after a beautiful woman walks by.
I took them for what they were,
Just words.
But words can cut deep,
Causing scarification to the soul.
They weren't synonymous,
The phrases you chose.
One to purposefully replace the other but I knew what you meant.
The look in your eyes said it all,
More than just the words you or I said aloud.
But now that time has faded,
All too quickly if you ask me.
Those words,
Any of them,
They're not needed any more.
We'll just put a platonic label,
One that causes no harm.
But then there are those eyes,
Those secret telling eyes that reveal lies as we tell them casting our souls into proverbial hell,
Where the words we say old hellish flames.
You should have said it first,
Telling me the truth might have saved us.
It may still.
It's silly,
A girlish notion to dream that a knight in shining armor may save me.
And yet there I am locked in my tower of inferno,
Patiently waiting.

07/11/2006

Posted on 07/11/2006
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