your words speak volumes.
your mind seems a room;
i frequent the keyhole.
how did i stumble onto this disclosing?
ever so secretly i sang the reasons for
your red rimmed eyes.
was i the one who from across the room knew your disposition
like a scar
i've traced the lines of the guise you've kept so flawlessly
did you lay the reasons in your locket, chain of ever-so-fragile gold
stranded on your collarbone
my dear we havent been too long at sea and already
i'm searching for an island
how did i get to the place where you only speak to me
in the kindest of riddles
the way you say the truth with the face that hungers to hide
but this, this is no ordinary night and we
like two forested things know this place like a wound we could not conceal
if we tried
tell me how to spell the words to reach you
i've traveled far to hold a pretty fragment of your hands' devotion
but why didn't you run when you saw the door my dear my darling
and can i be the room that lets you sing
let me unravel every hour with a steady hand
the delicate know no other faces than this.
but you are no regular onion...you know the well-starred story of your soul.
you lost an eyelash and all the kings men drew a sword
i stayed in the castle, whispered the finding of every misplaced thing
that you, in secret, desired with everything you've never said
this pretty charade is the nicest thing to all but those
who long ago pledged to your honor.
i'm clutching the letters you never sent,
loving every minute of the odes you’ve drawn on my window
with a fervor that finds itself no fitting name.
let me tell you how i left my sadness long ago so i could love another
you thought the call had long ago left such a long line dangling
but in secret i'll say i'd once worn the faces too.
Let me say this now. be brave.
You thought the curtain fell long ago but darling, beaming all the while,
i've been watching proudly from backstage.