Melt

In your presence...

Upon your voice...

At the sound of your steps behind me

On the tip of your finger when you come

tapping,

upon my weakend shoulder

And a smiled surprise.

All a mess, all a blunder, a silly fool.

A ridiculous puddle of silly me

Seeping through despairing cracks

In empty and faceless floorboards.





(Silly me, Silly Heart.)

05/25/2002

Author's Note: (Dedicated to the one that makes me blush, and smile, and i never want them to see me sad...And though i know it may seem silly, i cant help but be a silly mess around em.)

Posted on 05/25/2002
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