see-through beautiful

your aspirations mark day old bread
down and off the rack
you can�t just sit there
staring certainty out of place
making grown men cry
like you did when you were
not so see-through
beautiful

you wanted (always now)
to burn them down the way
some sad sack burned you down
way back when you weren�t
so see-through
beautiful

so you lived a flaming day
after day and heart-burn
existence.

Sometimes, I try to understand you.

I�ve been watching you
Somehow, in some ways
Since birth and then
When you were so fine to see
And be near
Not so see-through beautiful
Just here and me watching you watching me
Laugh.


2005-07-31 | 4:32 p.m.
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