I was ready to collapse, (again)
I was ready to die,
Till I saw you.
I put down a tripwire for you to trip,
Just so I could catch you…
And I talked.
Your cosmic Christmas light eyes looked,
Intently (they were blue...or was it green...both?)
Your spider fingers held still on your hands,
Quietly.
Words spilled over my mouth,
And piece by piece,
Flowed through the dugouts in your ears.
And inside.
They sang, (poetry?)
I thought it was alluring, (poetry?)
They sang what I wrote to you. (poetry?)
Its funny, I told you everything. (...poetry.)
And now it turns out…
You.....
Were deaf.














Comments
Realizing that a person doesn't read hear or feel...
You've got beat style down don't you?
--
i had seven faces
thought i knew which one to wear
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