Monday, March 24, 2008

another silent goodnight

inside of his boring girl
he is a tourist

the bored boy
lacks to see her luster

he takes a trip, twice a week
not ever really seeing her

she thinks of him always
and fumbles inwardly with exhaustion

like a thinly sliced apple
she feels her core disregarded

she will give up soon enough
no longer able to speak

when a love cannot be given words
things do become boring

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