The scenery may change
But we remain the same
Past some distraction, what's to know?
You're always the first to let go
You pull your hand away
And my fingertips fall
Doesn't that say it all?
On the town, in the crowd
Off the cuff and unbowed
I whisper useless fantasy
And envisage what's not to be
You pull your hand away
My attempt meets a wall
Doesn't that say it all?
Figures exchange a private glance
And I watch their close shadows dance
Safe, in a fathomless cocoon
It seems you have become immune
Songs roam with disconnected crawl
Reasoning plays out pointless stall
We are posed, as loveless statues
Stone-cold, doesn't that say it all?
High was hollow, we've sunk so low
You're always the first to let go
You pull your hand away
And my fingertips fall
Doesn't that say it all?
(c) Kay Irvin
1 week ago
Its so nice! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThank you ... nice of you to comment.
ReplyDeleteloveless statues...posing...ugh yeah i know too many realtionships...the first to pull away maybe doing both a favor...
ReplyDeleteYes, and if there's nothing, there's nothing to lose. Thank you for comment.
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