The breeze whistles through the white chipped paint
The creek of the rusted chain of the porch swing
Does all it can to isolate the sounds of summer
The warm glow of the sun against your face
Hidden behind yet another novel, elite for those
Trying desperately to be anti-elitist
A deep paradox I feel every time I’m near this place
But yet the random underlined words of the page
Pull out a true smile I’ve been trying to fake for days
As I pull on my oversize sun glasses and stare off
I hope that the heat on one side of my neck
Is due to a stare from eyes, rather than glare from the sun
Yet I am too scared to turn towards you again
Knowing that my eyes won’t catch you looking at me
The past couple of weeks have taught me your too subtle
Or completely unaware, but I know there’s something there
Every couple of days there’s something…I just know
I lean my head against the post and recap
All these mistakes I’ve ingrained and how to get out
Of emotions I don’t even understand until they’re
Jumping off my tongue and out of my mouth
As my heart hiccups while my brain falters
Finally, and only now, believing the true feelings
When they leave my lips and hit air
Ready for anyone to intercept
I’ve been so quite and so to myself
Trying to hold in this deep need to be held
And just open my heart and let my lips spell it out
But I’m stumbling as I remain still
Sitting on these chipped steps of the front porch
You swing on that old wooden seat, reading
And I spend 4 more hours wasting my life
Trying to suppress whatever this heart is feeling

05/24/2008

Author's Note: I feel like i have too much, to ever even start to say enough

Posted on 05/24/2008
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