Tell Me I'm Pretty

July 27, 2010
You write pretty words,
Pretty and vague.
"By yonder blessed moon I swear,"
Juliet never did let him finish.
Perhaps "all these fruit tree tops" held more than a vow.

You write pretty song lyrics,
pretty and meaningless.
Melodies can only get you so far.
Write me a song I can believe,
and sing me to sleep.

You have pretty eyes,
pretty and empty.
I look in them and see nothing, tinted the brightest green.
how is it you manage to see right through me?

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