Gross Communication Poem by Lexy Sogl

Whose tender eyes
Are a sea of blue
My heart
Does not pertain to you
Thy may be the fairest
Thy may be the one
But alas—
My heart
Has made a decision

That’s as good
As done
Your faultless
To all
The irony
being
You know not
How to enthrall

Your flawless
As a statue
made of stone
emotionless and predictable
As a statue
straight as a table

But be not
tomorrow
what you are today
questions you don't know how to anwser
will be raised
Who you
really are
Is a secret
Even to you