Miss Glass EyesA Poem by Katie Kistler
Kiss me in your Oxford shoes
Let me taste the rain with you The girl I love is in love with the moon In your empty eyes are sickened sighs Reflecting every passerby I am merely one more fading voice So take my hand I'll guide you from the noise I know that these are wasted dreams Silly bits of poetry That you won't read And yet I keep on writing out What you really mean as if you'll see Miss glass eyes, the mystery Of who you are and where you've been Is of no interest to me You keep secrets in your pockets And change in your cassettes For rainy days when you might need A s****y cigarette That you can drop into a puddle And watch the paper pulp I'd like to stay and watch you But I've really got to go Cause when you come back home you'll scare me With the sawdust in your voice You'll tell me that you saw me Standing on the melting ice And I'll say I watched you spend your money Just to let it drown You'll blink and then you'll quirk the tiny corners of your mouth And leave me in the room wearing a frown The next day I'll address you With an open empty hand I'll tell you what it means to be But you won't understand Miss glass eyes, your painted smile Does wonders to us all Makes us think you love us But you're just not capable There is not one spark of life in you You've thrown it all away In puddles with your cigarettes It all disintegrates Like paper on your tongue You've melted every last bit of your brain © 2017 Katie KistlerReviews
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