My Silent Call
Silently I watch, like
The spiders in you room.
Your neurotic possession
Once held so tightly, now
The object of my
Desire.
My ignorance now
Your bliss
Come back to me
My bluebird
So that I may stop watching
And start feeling.
Copyright © No Name | Year Posted 2013
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