2003-01-24 - 5:58 p.m.
Objectless Ode
I strained myself to hear
what you wouldn't say
in any way that's clear
on any given day
Condition's could be right
The table could be set
But we'd just probably fight
'bout what's not happened yet What could we become?
I cannot guess
And I somehow think
you could not care much less
And I would understand
if you left for good
I would take your hand
if I knew I should Your face, a chalkboard, blank
hides thoughts I cannot read
Privacy deep and dank
holds all I might need
You crush me like a tide
then beg me to stay
I'm happy by your side
and just as much away We could declare war
in notes of red
We could fall in love
or into the other's bed
But I would not demand
even if I could
You can take my hand
I might wish you would
But maybe what I want
seems a tad bit strange
Just give me your words
and never let them change
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