on a sunday morning

i heard your words and they were sweet. "you're pretty, you're petite" "i like how your ears poke out from behind your hair" compliments, lost on me. it took you seven times of complimenting me for me to say thank you. and still you want to get to know me, but i look at you with questioning eyes. my smile hides from years of lies. Like a broken winged bird i have risen from ashes into a bright light, but frightened i try to hide behind tattered wings. I'm hesitant to let you in, and I'm not really ready to offer you anything, what part of me do i have to give. no tongue, no lies, nothing sounds as sweet as an alibi. i cannot look at you and get lost in your eyes, that dream of love does not exist for me. the tower crumbled and i was in it. buried in rubble of broken dreams and hearts that beat in silent screams. awakened now i flail and fight i have a chance at love and a new life. but i wont open, even a crack. i know you want something from me i cannot get back. I'm talented but tangled up in webs, pretty but problems swirl around in my head.