see-through beautiful

your aspirations mark day old bread
down and off the rack
you canít 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 werenít
so see-through
beautiful

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

Sometimes, I try to understand you.

Iíve 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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