Attraction is serious. And I am comical.
I wonder why I have been left sitting here,
a centrepiece of sorts.
A comedy of errors.
A mother first
and not much more second.
I see you taking things seriously
and I am not.
You eyes search,
they scan the crowds.
They seem to peer around corners
and through windows.
I am so close, that sometimes I see you seeing through me.
I wave my hands, I smile bravely,
I see you,
as you pretend you did not see me.
I am smiling.
Bc In my pain I know that the truth is a beautiful thing.
I am funny.
In my smile is a thousand tears.
I see you seeing through me-
and to hold on,
to breath in-
I have to remember I am a joke.
A joke told over and over again.
A comedy of errors.
A centrepiece of sorts.
Something I never thought I would be.
Now that is funny.
Monday, June 17, 2013
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