he's a lucky man.
they say that all the time.
but heads will roll
away all the time
turn your face from me.
but darting glances.
are there question marks above missed chances?
thanks for letting me borrow the expression.
thanks for letting me bury my confession.
it seems a kind word and a soft touch is…
like a dying breed
on the extinction list
dear darling girl,
take all of your anxieties and misconceptions about yourself and bury them.
throw them to the wind.
because you were always chosen over that one.
over this one.
it's my secret.
the secret that i know.
it's the simple fact that you will always be the belle of the ball.
there will always be your figure casting shadows on the wall
you will always be one of the faces
one of the names of the voices in the back of my head
and i will walk around unsure
pretending to be very sure
that he's a lucky man.