• If only I could be as pretty,
    As you said.

    Sometimes I catch that air,
    But with second glances,
    It all shatters apart.
    You used to say that there was a way about me,
    It drew you in.

    Warmth;
    Clarity.
    Security;
    Light.

    Then on that road,
    You let go of my hand,
    Slowly turned around and left.

    Frostiness;
    Ambiguity.
    Isolated;
    obscurity.

    Holding out on long looks back,
    The shadow of your back alight by the setting sun.
    Cries of plead.

    If only I was as pretty as you said.