Friday, May 11, 2012

Incorrigible


The words are old and used,
The expressions utterly worn,
The manner – of practiced ease…
Who falls for it anymore?
An air of attitude,
Faked strength of solitude,
When all you really want
Is to speak!
Share a thought or two –
Banter over a brew,
Listen and learn and grow,
But you won’t.
And the moment passes by –
The silence tricks the “why”.
The flashes cease, the night
Gives up and goes home.

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