You find your way under my skin when I don’t want to let you in
And you read my thoughts aloud to me like poetry
I told you nothing
And yet you know it all as if you’ve seen it in a crystal ball
You watch me rise and fall like ebbing tides
You see the faltering steps in my stride
Every time I stutter lights the mischief in your eyes
And yet I’m left wondering blind in your mysterious world
Your hand to hold
Is like a sword on its own, but with no hilt to the blade
It keeps me safe, but also afraid of the imminent wounds
On simple flesh that can renew, I know
But the gaping hole in my spirit is not as easy to restore
As the underside of my skin becomes a bore
And you yearn for something else to explore
Beyond this Smile 