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Seeing Right Through Me

Poetry By: Little Blue Bird
Romance



My ex could seriously know what I was thinking 99.9% of the time.


Submitted:Mar 29, 2013    Reads: 30    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


No letters creeping out through the spaces in my teeth.
How do you manage to know what I'm thinking?
My vision is fixed towards you.
Do my thoughts scroll across my eyes?

No words spill out of my lips.
How do you manage to know what I'm thinking?
My sight is turned from you.
Do my thoughts float above my head?

No sentences pour out my mouth.
How do you manage to know what I'm thinking?
My observation is here and there.
Do my thoughts kiss your ears?

My feet drag me away.
How do you manage to know what my actions will be?
No paragraphs wrap around you, telling you where I'm headed.
Does my shadow stay behind and whisper to you?

How can you see right through me?
Am I made of glass?

~Little Blue Bird~





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