Yesterday, she read my eyes as I gazed at the clouds
This time, gray ones, shifting shapes and singing elegies
This was not the first time, nor would it be the last
So my eyelids kissed, and they drizzled down
Between white patterns and hypocrite matter
All of importance covered in thunder
Scent of darkness, and mind that teetered
Among shy waves and empty tears
That damaged and scratched the wrists in my heart
Maybe the water would exorcise my demons
Or maybe I hoped that I would drown
Today, she read my eyes again as I gazed at the clouds
This time, zestful, flashing decor
Her lightning blitzed the ground around
Even though I ignored the sound and gazed at the clouds
I still noticed the crack in the overcast
