muddled thoughts
of you
rarely pass up;
they always make me
think,
ponder and blink
all over the place.
you must have known
the upshot you have
on me. helpless
and spellbound on
the idea of you and i.
the constant pitter-patter
of my aching chest.
a bit of me falls
every dull day away;
faceless, i blend into
the crowd of aficionados.
you remain unaware
of the tears that glide down
my cheeks.
or the ones on yours.
-october 14, 2002-
-12:05 PM-
-PC-