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You used to laugh
at all the right things
and spend hours painting pictures in your mind
Your olive eyes would dance
when you thought of him,
his way of explaining everything
and you, smiling..
not understanding a word
but loving the rythym of his voice
the syllables rolling off his tongue-
like the way it sounds when
rain begins falling, shattering on windows
and concreet, and rooftops
it would always be this way, you thought
and went right along singing
as your fingers drummed a beat on the steering wheel
you saw him in a different light
a beautiful vision of things to be
But you never saw the storm did you?
The clouds began to darken, and form
the sky began to weep
and still you sang on
while others watched
and wondered....
-skd 2/4/04 |
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Posted by Skatrose on 2008-06-17 17:46:02 | Rating: | Views: 28
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