Traveling Hands

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 thread is spun
To have someone be so wrapped up in her, that they could never get enough
Maybe she has just been waiting for someone to call her bluff