Tuesday, September 22, 2009

All their colors paint a story you could never tell in words

Try to read the smile of the girl in the corner
Her eyes so far a part
They don't seem to know her
She floats above the trees
Her hair curls in the breeze
And you ask her
Why don't you have any knees?

Try to read the gaze of the girl by the window
Puffs a cigarette
From a face that's a shadow
She stands alone and fair
No clean clothes to wear
And you ask her
Why don't you have any hair?

Try to read the shrug of the boy in the middle
Holds a magic wand
His hair is getting brittle
He seems to understand
He must become a man
And you ask him
Why don't you have any hands?

And when their spirits met they knew there was something
Greater than this world
made out of nothing
They see the beauty in
Bodies connecting
And they ask you
Why don't you have any veins?
Why don't you have any eyes?
Why don't you have any ears?
Why don't you have any heart?


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