#1523-Closed

If you’d open up,

Show me your core,

Unafraid,

I’d melt and cry.

Pure, translucent,

Unfelt before tears.

But you’re closed.

So, no tears flow.

Only stories,

Imagined on dark,

Quiet nights,

As you slept close by,

And I daydreamed,

To maybe one day,

See an open you.