She Can't See

I watch as she sits alone

Staring out the window

I often wonder 

What thoughts go through her mind

Her tiny hands wrapped around her tea cup

Soft lips blowing over steam rising from the cup

The smell of Earl Grey

Causing her lips to curve 

When she is calm and at peace

Are the moments 

She looks like an elegant painting

Soft and calm

Sweet and simple

But by the same token

She is full of mystery

And magick

I watch how she spills her feelings

With ink 

All over white pages

Curious as to what is in her heart

She shares so freely

Her inner feelings

Deepest secrets

But all with strangers

Not wanting to get close

To anyone that can be there

Not wanting to open

So she can't be broken

I want to take her

And discover every thing

All that she keeps sacred

Everything that makes her

Opening her page by page

Gently

Slowly

Entering into her world

But she can't see 

That there is someone 

Who wants to be there

One who wants to know her

She can't see

The way he loves her

Admiration in his eyes

As if she were an elegant sculpture

She can't see

The care he takes

In everything he does

All because she's afraid

She can't see

That for once this is genuine

Her wish coming true

Yet, she keeps pushing away

She can't see

Because deep down

All she knows how to feel

Is fear

Reviews

[Jibey]

This is a moving poem and touches the isolation and self-doubts that wrack some people's lives.. Nicely crafted and written with feeling and insight

[FlatLineBeauty]

Thank you so much friend. Trying to perfect that new erotic piece ;D
xo FLB

[Jibey]

Nothing is perfect - but I am sure you will create with your words some writing that will stir the senses. x back.