She sometimes feels like Eve but with the burden of civilization
Wearing her heart on her sleeve
In a world of constant hibernation
Like words unspoken
And gifts untaken
She sometimes feels of no meaning
Like a home of no ceiling
She never overcame hell
Nor did she ever live in heaven
She’s in the market only to sell
For a pain that’s always given
She sometimes gets carried away
Daydreaming about those who would want to stay
Yet all she can do is clear the way
Finding comfort in her sway
She sometimes sees beauty
Yet never seen in her
Obliged to the heavy duty
Of wearing the mask of a lurker
Like cellophane
She’s light & see-through
But how can you maintain?
Such nothingness against a screw
She sometimes is on display
Like a cracked antique
That went on a stray
At a loss of speak
Old and weak
She sometimes gets broken
When coldness hits her soul
She sometimes is a token
To none of them all
She sometimes hopes
For heat to melt her core
She sometimes keeps the rope
For it’s the only intimacy in store
She sometimes loses interest in rhyme
For she sometimes runs out of time