Graffiti

The eggshells on which I tread are as

White as the smile that haunts me.

An array of ribbons flutter through the

Caverns of my mind.

Each with their own identity, their own

Sentiments.

Entranced I am as these vandals tag

Her soothing visage on the empty walls

And train cars of my subconscious mind.

Reviews

[Eloha]

This is great, I like the casual odd tone of associations.

the first 4 lines are good in particular.

[Arial, Black]

Missing someone and seeing her face perhaps? Very cool images - train cars of my subconscious mind. I'd consider leaving out 'mind' as you say it a few lines before. I think this is one of your better ones. It has a freshness about it that taps my rusty old heart :P