Come Hither.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Two strangers.
I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs a blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence.
My face has changed, you know it's me. You know by the stillness in my eyes.
You whispered in my ear, "You're very pretty, dear," and "It'll be alright,"
You're lying; but I don't mind tonight. So I wander and I wander. Your absence beating inside my chest. And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes.
After all the unreturned messages,
I've given up.
He was there.
And he looked like a stranger.
I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs a blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence.
My face has changed, you know it's me. You know by the stillness in my eyes.
You whispered in my ear, "You're very pretty, dear," and "It'll be alright,"
You're lying; but I don't mind tonight. So I wander and I wander. Your absence beating inside my chest. And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes.
After all the unreturned messages,
I've given up.
He was there.
And he looked like a stranger.
posted by Lynette # 10:46:00 PM 
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