for a libra

3 libras

threw you the obvious
and you flew with it
on your back,
a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel
a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind
the eyes of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind
the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy. oh well.
apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.