k.d. langBen Mink

propped up against the gymnasium wall

leaning with surface lament

not one whispered word

nor crack of a smile

emotions as solid cement

there's no need to sympathize

for kind and sure are those eyes



are you getting scared my dear

are you getting scared

to shyly compliment the mirror

to balance the compared

then falls one solitary tear

oh, to be the stared

and stumble with the inflicted faults

while stepping the wallflowerr waltz



held and pushed by unleashed desires

tethered in self-sacrifice

reluctantly charmed by being approached

but guarded by one's own device

there's no need to criticize

for kind and sure are those eyes