Misunderstood


I don’t know her everyday I cross paths with a beautiful woman
Beautiful in the way that she brings beauty into the world
Humble a pastel on the canvas of New York
Eyes down cast lips upturned hair flowing
It hums live simply love deeply and laugh often.
I call her the mystery woman hiding behind the mask
Because after all this time I’ve yet to see her eyes.
Admiration is farthest from understanding.

Tomorrow will be different
Her baby blue denim shirt rolled up at the sleeves
Unbuttoned not too much tails untucked, I will...
Cast a glance in her direction an overcast of sunlight obliterating her face
But as the clouds of sunlight clear
I will be surprised to see
Two grey eyes looking back at me...

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