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Leather seats stiffle between and your studded ears
block out the hidden meaning of sound.
Windows shout their hidden clues alerting you
to an insignificant silence of a forgotten boy.
Slowing and exiting,
Amble awkward of the empty vechicle in the night and your
shoes hitting dusted floor.
Over hopes made of insignificance.
See figures of white through the faded glass and crouch back into defensive so
Though friends suspect
they
can't
prove.
Stepping up into my haven,
Scoping out
will my prayers be hailed.
There must be someone up there watching o'er me
Because you're back again, next to me,
I stare s at your face
i
d
e
w
a
y
s
Late night because you forgot to shave.
Begs the question
who is it now,
Obsession is a compliment when given.
Hands touch slightly when,
We're laughing at a subtle but hidden sign along the
road.
Turquoise eyes are begging
To be noticed, to be loved all along now.
Slip a paper into its dark pocket.
silent
Keeps my secret if you won't
Acknowledge the desperation within me.
Searching fingers for a pen
Grasp instead a note meant not to read.
Crinkles as your forehead does,
Eyes scanning slight and you begin to see,
Bite my lip so blood runs out,
Seeping the of nervousness.
out corners my
Turn to me and slowly examine
As you've never before seen
who I really am.
Rest your slight chin upon me breathing softly in my
quivering
delicate ear.
Whisper the words of
kindness though you won't explain what I'm needing.
Watch you for a last time
exit
You stroll forward not glancing back at me
Slump sideways in my bleak world.
I think I'll stay
here
for a while until I love again.
- by -x- Fridge -x- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/04/2009 |
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- Title: Intricate Secrets on Bus Seats
- Artist: -x- Fridge -x-
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Description:
I don't believe there's anyone who has never fallen in love on a bus, or train for that matter. The simplicity of loving someone you can't have and feeling the lost feeling of unrequited love for the earliest time. Also, it's freeverse, so don't comment just to tell me there's no meter or anything of the sort.
Cain
(Because through my pain, I've grown again) - Date: 03/04/2009
- Tags: feelings
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