The Facade of a Poet
She said I’m too hard to touch
That I don’t need love anymore
Ice only lives when it is cold all around
It’s not that I am afraid of being hurt
And it’s not because love left in the night
It’s because it left without a sound
Every couple I see is only a picture
There is no depth to their smiles
It’s only some sort of curiosity
I’m glad they can walk close to the water
But I wonder what they talk about
Because my thoughts only thaw in solitary
She said a man must have a pure heart
And a woman must have a pure body
And I thought how hard that would be
For a man’s heart is so easily corrupted
And a woman’s body is so worshipped
Can I treasure her as she treasures me?
I fear what they hope to find is not there
Thoughts, letters and dreams are revealing
But what do they leave behind in their wake?
If you know everything there is to know already
Is there happiness left for your morning tea?
Or is the façade as shallow as the smiles by the lake?
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