Thick Skin

Her eyes are elsewhere And all I wanna do is go there Wherever she wanders to To see through the eyes that she sees through To have seen what she has seen A world through eyes shaded green She tells her stories with constant laughter Teasing at her life, hoping that after She is done nobody will question The ever-following acsencion Of pain rising to the surface, she chokes it down Along with tears and years of perfecting the sound Of making it seem like she is perfectly okay But there will always be words she couldn't say A smile that has been stolen away And one tear too many that have been shed in her wake And once you've been brought to your knees that many times, each time is harder to stand We can't finish a movie, and she blames my traveling hands But her soul is a map of emotions near and far And my hands are just a compass searching for her heart That always seems so guarded at times, and others so open Waiting to be the finger around which the...

Her mouth twists when she says okay When I look at her she smiles and looks away And even when she is still, her fingers start to play Intstruments and melodies that no one else can see And I watch as her fingers hypnotize me Dancing around, her fidgeting composing a symphony Of twisted ribs that stick out too far Her heart wild in its cage that has bent and warped the bars That contain it. This is what I believe. A jaded past Of patchwork glass She fills the silence with anything she can With music that disguises how far across this country she has ran To escape a future that she may ave followed blindly Without the guidance of voices in perfect harmony With who she was and who she wanted to be And she says she is intrigued by me But honestly I have never seen someone's eyes burn so brightly With the possibilities of what could be She is strange She is terrifying She is beautiful. She is absolutely everything that a woman should be.