Poetry For Your Coffee

Her eyes rise to a new day as her covers melt back to the warm bed...

She places her journal back in it's hiding place -folding the pages of phrases she wished men said...

The cool air breathes her in again...

Today she will tread lightly on the hearts of every poetic soul...

Her make up is almost finished but she covers up half her face with sunglasses to hide her mind...

Within each breath contains another lost art form...




She no longer believes in simple things...

She hides her greatest gift making all her dedication that much more apparent...

She flips through her phone for one last romantic glance and finds no words that can comfort her one romantic wish...




The more she hides the more poetry escapes to the surface as she feels the empty stares of men sink in...




(All of a sudden she is back on her roof again welcoming in another innocent night of eternal notions...

No one knows that's where she went to dream- Sometimes she dreamed of horses...

Other nights it was of her prince who had finally come to rescue her heart...)




I see beyond her pale stare...

Beyond her make up-

Beyond her perfectly placed shades that can no longer cast a shadow on her deepest impulses...




We are alone in the crowd and her sounds and heart beats give light to my day...

So I calmly sit and watch heaven care less and walk away-