Thursday, July 23, 2009

This...

This wall ---
Fortified with gumption
And a thousand resolutions
That I will never
Simply ever
Fall for you.

This line ---
Drawn by hand
Etched fleetingly on sand
Is the boundary
I will never
Cross for you.

This stop ---
Is one of the infinite ways
I turn my head away
When you pass
I will never look at you.

But, frustratingly
When you hold my hand
And tuck my hair
Behind a blushing ear
And my lips turn up into a smile
Which I never meant to give…

The wall crumbles
The line blurs
The stop ends
And the world drowns
In the thunderous pounding
Of this traitorous heart.

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