I'm in a know-how country
in a see-none ville
in a shut-out house
waiting
searching for you.
nonetheless
I don't seem to
smell you
or your peppermint shampoo
you're out...I think.
should I stay to wait
where time is
non-existent?
should I stare bluntly
into your empty wall?
I wallow in your fears
listen to your tears
droplets on my palm
blank walls all over
in your shut-out house.
I've given up
out of your abode...
I see people staring
at me and my disarrayed hair
they somewhat glare.
but I don't care...
or give a damn
about what these people
think of me
or my disarrayed hair.
I turn to leave
..and I don't look back
I run, blinded by the rain
then I bump into you
...I fell.
by jam
july 24 2k
made on the pc
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