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By sassy Date: 2006 Jan 18 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.18.11.24.31016]] |
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baby you turn those brown eyes on me like I'm supposed to fix things and make them all better. I can't put my finger on what's broken. I don't know if I did something or if it was you and you want me to read your mind so you won't have to tell me. Things have slipped out of balance between us, the scale leans more to one side than the other and neither one of us will own up to being the heavy. So we sit and wait holding hands on a park bench and watching the traffic so we don't have to look at each other and we pretend interest in the people who walk by so we won't make an accidental confession or accusation. If we wait long enough things will even out again and we'll look at each other instead of looking away. |