by Matthew J. Beard
She
The phone isn't ringing
To find what wasn't there
Is truly the greatest gift
I can find flowing to nowhere
Why must we wait
With the weight of the world on our shoulders
We give in to the tyranny of our own thoughts
When sometimes you've just got say fuck it all!
We succumb to the tragedy of the subliminal,
American mind that tells us what we want to hear
When we need to feel it.
To make us feel at ease
Is when we must place our weary minds at ease
I met a girl.
We found many things to connect with
Sometimes I saw cleavage
Other moments were protrusions of the mind,
That She could not confess to her lover that was not me
But he is the one who does not please her
As I did this very night now morning
As the sun sets on what could have been,
In my mind what should be
Is only for...
We connected for so long
And I hate to think it was wrong
The energy between us,
Was something I had not felt in a long,
Strenuous time...
I can't find what is mine
And I think,
That for a moment
You didn't know either
I didn't know him,
But he kept on telling me to go for you,
I didn't and I did,
I can't remember your name,
But for many tantalizing moments.
I felt at one with you
Because you were me.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
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