by Daisy Peasblossom

Created on: July 30, 2009

You looked at me,
So solemn and sincere.
No longer does memory supply
The cause or the occasion.
But you widened eyes
To create a blazen of innocence
You dropped your jaw
And stilled the twitching muscles
Waiting for affirmation
Of my belief.
But the curling eye-lashes
At the corners
Of innocent puppy-eyes,
And the quirk of smile
At the corners of your mouth
Gave your secrets away.
You were guilty
Of all my accusations
And probably more.

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