aug. 4/10 @ 1.30am


Second

Beautifully, you smile.
You look upon me with
kind eyes.
Amicable words are exchanged,
yet your eyes linger still.

They question & ask what
your lips refuse to
acknowledge exists in
the deep clutter of things.

Through this, it is confirmed:
for although I came first,
I'm still
merely second.



Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2010-08-04 at 10:34

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2010-08-04