A lonely piece of bright colours
Splashing
Its grey and bleak surroundings
With a touch of fierceness
Only something that was
Never meant to belong
Has.
It shouts sometimes vainly
And sometimes in vain
Desperate to share stories
With anyone who cares to be
Less lonely
Together.
I wonder when you catch my eye
Unexpectedly
And I let you in my thoughts
And I let you melt my time
And I let you make me still
Just for a few seconds
I wonder how we shared
Suddenly
An intimate secret
Stuck in this time
In this place
That you can never share
And I will never be able to articulate.
A secret
Borne out of someone’s past
Formed out of my present
And preserved by someone else’s future.
How many infinite secrets
Have you kept
In your loud
Exterior?
Every time I come back
To remember
I am a different person
With a different
Ugly
Beautiful
For your safe keeping.
How many have escaped
Your naive careless whispers
How many will laugh
At those who fell
For your charms and tropes?
A piece of art
Stands between the bleak
And the empty sky
And as I stop to notice
I am tethered to the
Fierceness
Only something that was
Never meant to belong
Has.
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| Waiting for the Metro (Somewhere in Chicago) |
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