London Poem: Day 281

25 May

There are stars in your eyes,
Mimicking the soft flutter
Of the real thing.
All of this adolescent grinning
Fills the place of
Real emotion,
Forgetting words, which
Allows the eyes to do the
Talking. This glitter is
Too much for me –
It’s so raw, so new,
I don’t know what it means.

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