Saturday, February 21, 2009

Best unsaid.

Your eyes observe
Last you till November
Seeing through every cloth
Every thick layer of makeup
The rain drops
And you can see it
See water when the ground is dry
See the heavy, heavy circles
You speak
You speak out loud
But you've never talked
And you never talk
And I don't see you changing your ways
But you whisper
You focus in on the color
And I wonder how you still see the background
No one's looking but us
Those Goosebumps on your skin
They are raised with texture
And you do not shiver
I'll come and wait with you for November
Standing wet in the rain.

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