Wednesday, August 12, 2009

What? Gretchen?

Eloquently you lay out a simple set of words
Thoughtfully we analyze

Its become a stale taste
I familiar scenario
Repeated dream
Whats keeping me from turning away?
What is different?

Strutting down the corridor
Avoiding pointless banter
Heading B-line straight to you

Why must you whisper things
Which I cannot respond with
Anything other than a smile

Cut the wire
Fall Down the stairs
Getting into
A plot line with
The Stakes so high

Raise your Hand
Wink your eye
Step out the door
We have exploded

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