Never So Beautiful
As I drove, we talked of sad things
Our things, shadows from our pasts
You took my hand then, in yours
And we cried for those shadows
Your hand felt so good in mine
Like it was part of me, yet still yours
Then you said my hands make you feel good
And the light claimed my shadows
Your tears reddened your deep blue eyes
And left a small stain where they’d trickled
Carrying a small river of mascara
Down your smooth cheek, like a shadow
You told me not to look at you then,
The tears had somehow made you less
Less pretty, less lovely, somehow less
But you could never be more beautiful
Than when your tears showed your heart to me
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