Sunday, February 15, 2015

There's Something Sad In You That Speaks To Me

Beneath your smile I see an SOS.
   There’s something sad in you that speaks to me
Under your laughter, which is like a dress
   That sleeks over your bare melancholy:
The loneliness no love can ever ease;
   The skin you don’t even let lovers touch,
That always bruises in the slightest breeze—
   That you protect because it hurts so much.
Each time you smile, I see the hidden wince
   Against the pain you know that you will feel.
Angel or devil, commoner or prince:
   None of them get to touch what you conceal.
      But if you let me, I will—tenderly,
      Because whatever wounds you bleeds in me.

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells