Jan 06

the girl with the pearl earring

Is it your lips slightly parted
that shaddow of cheek bone
that longing look that he gave you 
as you sat there
surly you are free 
but he seems to have cought you
you seem to be
trying to decide
weather or not to dance
I am sure you did
but you look cought between those pages
caged in canvas
I would free you 
you know I would 
but I fear you might not like me
so I think I will let you sit alone
in your beauty.