it's been snowing inside our heads lately, but we seem to like it so I guess everythings alright
i thought of a million things nobody would say
at night; on porches; under rain
obvious things
clear throats
empty heads
but what disturbed me the most
was how everybody seemed to be waiting
and it's the waiting that kills
you know
it shoots you in the head
before you get the chance
of being eaten
by the children of the pavement
under the stars with their arms
and their faces all
worn down
and at night when i think of words
we could have spoken
just before time shut our mouths
i think of all the mornings
--
and that only a fool would waste time thinking
of the unspoken things rather than the
spoken
Poetry by summerbreeze
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 16:58
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