Saturday, March 7, 2009

Not too loud, she said

I listen
To the world when it does not speak
Its turning in its sleep
Its skitter-shot heartbeat
And wonder if it’s all supposed to be
Just as funny as it seems
To a drunk

And I feel strange
When she tells me she too
Was but a babe once
A child with stupid fantasies
That just got crushed
Almost as soon as the bust
Grew up
And out

Who can tell you anymore
Whether to laugh or not
You’ve just got to find it there yourself

I just listen
To the stars that do not speak
As they give off the same heat
The same light

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