Online Romance These Glasses Take The Blame
How could I do this for Melanie? How could I paint her
soft, serene and sickly sweet? I've got smeared colors
all in front of me and yet the picture always dries so
neat. How could I do this for Monica, when I cringe at
every word I hear her speak? My guitar and harmonica are
smoothing out her voice, though I feel weak. I've got
more I want to say, but old eyes get in the way an old
prescription tinting her a lighter gray. Old feelings,
still the same. Why did I keep the frames? They blur the
faces yet I still recall the names. These glasses take
the blame. How could I do this for Miriam? Every line I
write, it still inspires awe. Every noun, every homynm
describes her as still within the boundaries of the law.
There's more I could convey, but these eyes get in the
way. They lack the smarts to grade the scene that's on
display. Vision is tunnel straight, but it's a little
late for the hope of a child who never left the starting
gate. These glasses took the bait.
