Tuesday, 22 March 2016

I Know

I know
Look me through the eye,
What can I see?
A rain drop scattering puddles
Boots smashing mud
Splattered faces crying,
With love.
Eyes look past you,
What do you know?
Tears taste like chips
On a wet windy beach.
Waves dancing onto rocks
Ignoring fog.
You look right through me,
Am I even real?
Red scuffed shoes,
Seared to my feet
Scolding I should have known
About the heat.


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