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
2 comments:
Lovely one.
Wow....❤
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