Perfect ringlets shine,
Strands coated in glass.
Expressive eyes meandering,
For what?
A pair of fragile lips move,
Struggling to give reason to the clamor upstairs.
The words strained by the barricade--
The wall confining the brain, regulating the mouth.
A heart, oversized,
Longs to thrust its contents,
To spill itself forward,
To make itself known.
The lack of explanation befuddles bystanders,
Who know not what it all means.
And neither do I.
