If only your thoughts were as translucent as my soul
My being has become a museum
A contemporary collection
Although my memories have not been catalogued well
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Fresh lies are shiny, bright pins
We are distracted by their brilliance
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Every turn was one step further into the maze
One step closer to getting lost
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I wish I could send my love for you
as a small packet by registered post
You would have to accept it
and sign on the dotted line
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Hope isn't usually something
that suddenly jumps out
shouting and screaming.
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There’s no difference between me and anyone else
Only I don’t have a shadow
It was eaten by expectations
Like the moths that gnaw holes
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I watched his fingers caress the remote control
Forefinger and thumb slowly circling, an apparent act of love
And in the past I wished such acts had been dedicated to me
I would take his hand in mine gently, and there it would lie like lead.
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I feel it as an unbending
An unwillingness to accept anything other
Than that which your mind and intellect has determined to give
I'm no longer sure where your soul is hiding.
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The realisation of one’s insignificance,
is a cold knife driven slowly into the back
No excuse for being always late.
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