Anatomy of These

A torrid tale... Nah, I just felt the need to write something here.

You were blind

Those eyes of yours 

Shone pale and glassy 

In the light of afternoons lost

I managed a thin smile

Your hand traced my face

You said you could see me

Through feeling the lines

Written deep along these smiles

There was something there

In reading me like a book

Opening the pages and,

Though all the trouble that it took,

Learning me through.  

Though my eyes were clear as words

You seemed to see the truth beneath these skirts

But then you sing these tales of love

And pain and I can't help but reply

That you, my sweet, have me everyday

And you'll look at me 

And all you'll be is what I need

Author's Note

Thanks (: