8:38 P.M.
You compliment my fresh skin
And the aqua hue in my light eyes
I write your story in pen
But the ink never seems to dry
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
And tack it up on the wall
Your smile seems sinister
I wonder if you�ll remember this at all
You create another memory
As your conversation becomes more blunt
All this time you've been a reverie
I find I had to pinch myself at least once
We talked music
We talked life
Inspiration and magic
And why you don�t have a wife
Once dreamt of being tangled
Wrapped up warm in your bed
A fantasy twisted and mangled
Now only wishing I could get inside your head
I read the smile on your face
It told me you had honest intentions coiled up somewhere inside
Darkness once covered the space
Where emotion and flattery reside
I remember watching you from afar
You mischievous expressions kept me guessing
You warmed something in my heart
So much for first impressions
I hoped you�d be more pretentious
I hoped you�d be more shallow
To comfort this selfish bitterness
That imagined you being more trite and hollow
I told myself you couldn�t possibly be perfect
Nothing like that man in my dreams
Resisting the small hint of enticement
As you become nothing of what you seemed
Your conversation had substance
Your ambitions lacked foundation
I gave into resistance
And lost any intent of communication
I just lent your stories an ear
As you chatted on and on
You told me of your fears
And why your hope was gone
I wanted to save you
Not knowing you could never be saved
I wanted to pull you through
I wanted to inspire you to be brave
The night seemed to end so quickly
Where did the time go
I would have given my heart instantly
But I�m so glad you didn�t know
Not wanting to seem vulnerable
I came off self conscious
A notion that lead to feeling insecure
I wanted to call you pretentious
I caught myself writting a caption
I could probably write a mini-biography
It was just simple conversation
But it really made my night
You compliment my fresh skin
And the aqua hew in my light eyes
I start to write your story in pen
But the ink just doesn�t seem to dry
By : Kelly T.
