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By hollywoodfox Date: 2006 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.01.01.34.26695]] |
| The words ran from your tongue As if they were going to expire from being unused So fast that they tripped on My surprise and fell into my lap They traced my tears, backwards, up to the watery holes in my face that refused to cool down. The jagged edges of my fingernails were not only indication of my supressed habit, but also indication that I needed something familiar against my lips. You studied me like a text book. You read me like a teleprompter. Trying to conceal my feelings towards you is about as effective as a mountain claiming that it's a hill. Trying to understand how you feel is about as effective as healing a cut with Windex. For heaven's sake, just spell it out for me! I don't know what you're trying to say. |