Please remember me,
I didn’t dream happily
And hold small tokens
And watch butterflies
And catch fireflies
And memorize good songs
And delicately embrace my heart
And clean sheets
And Sunday saunter
And leave exposed
Delicate parts of my soul
To be forgotten
Amidst tomorrow’s dreams.
Tag: token
Know Me (day 1600)
You don’t know me
You don’t know my pale blue eyes
Looking longer every day
Into this dusty mirror
Decorated with tokens
Of some mysterious lust.
You don’t know the color
This silver makes at midnight
When I don’t know what I’m doing.
You don’t know the whispers
I tell myself as I unlatch the front door
And check myself into society,
Knowing that two small words
Have the power to change it all.
And I have three,
Just in case.