Something so innocent...

something so innocent as a
childish crush
at once becomes the
deepest longing
your world beyond
windows with
long white drapes like
heaven
and i dance…
but i cannot hear the tune
that is playing
on a piano with no keys
look at me from across
the room
here i am at my table
looking at you
but what do you see
when you look at me and i
am looking…
so young is my spirit
so young is my soul
so young to still think that
i can have anything
and you are everything,
i swear it
but i am nothing
just a girl who is funny
perhaps a trip for your ego
or maybe you don’t know how
i think of you
between these cups of coffee.

another one from the archives