17 gen 2015

Missed train.

Don't break my shell, 
just read my signs.
Gently your words
glide down my spine.

But you'll never know
you eased my pain
through my efforts
for being loved again;

you'll never think
of that heedless one,
maybe too plaintive,
waiting for your Sun.

And you'll never hear
what I saw in you,
you never broke my shell,
kept yours thick too.

Like teenagers dreams,
trapped inside light eyes,
safe - I rather admire
than achieve.

(Good luck, buddy.)

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