Monday, June 22, 2009

Refrigerator Conversations

You said
He was sweeter
Than me
Granted that
Might be true
But right now
I can't
Jump start
This broken heart
All I can really do
Is move
So slowly
While listening
To yours beat
Every so sweetly
And hope
That if you don't
See the little
Things
I've left
For you
Someday maybe
You'll see
How even when
I couldn't speak
I left something
Which whispered
Everything

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