Jun
20th

A plastic smile and painted eyes

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Still. Quiet.

Her beauty takes me away

Picturing ourselves far from here

Swimming in Mediterranean,

Or sky diving over the desert

Maybe even in outer space

I can see myself in the glass

Pictured perfect next to her

Framed by the sounds of the city

A plastic smile and painted eyes

Never changing an expression,

Never challenging my world

The dream is over

I stroll down to the next window.