Eavesdropping
Black velvet night with lacy fingers
Parted the curtains from my eyes
They sat huddled there in solitude
Twirling lemon water in this sizzling heat
Are they talking about me?
Swinging under the leaves like grass
I can see their lips move
Screaming softly, a waltz thru sore throat
Eyes glance my way
As the world turns slowly watching me
Strumming my hear strings
Take me on the back of a bird
I need you
Cold building, cold shoulder
Emotions ripple thru me
Midnight has finally come
Talk over, they depart
Forehead ablaze, I chose to sleep
For Debbie’s ‘ Stream of Consciousness’ contest
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