By INK THISISNTMYREALNAME
Published: February 1, 2010
she comes in close
pauses like this
mid-joke, by your face
breath slows, the kiss
doesn't happen
as she sets it back
now you're thinking
what's she thinkin'?
when she does things
those things like that
_
that night she came up
to my room, on my bed
but I knew what it was
why it was that she was
she didn't expect the quiet hall
the vacant floor, life dead
she needed a buffer, anyone
I was found and well, I'm one
this didn't happen 'cause of a crush
we're nowhere near any form of love
are we getting closer?
my room mate's asleep
is she getting closer?
she's leaning on me
I just felt like heading out
I'll do anything to just get out
she doesn't want to see her boyfriend
oh, did I mention she has a man?
_
I'm sitting across the table
her slender hand jokingly taps
bare knuckles, more than fingers react
I reach over and tap her hand back
_
I don't get the joke, I just laugh
look at her, smile, and laugh
I don't know what's going on, I just laugh
look at her, smile, and laugh
_
"I'm getting cold" she said,
an obvious hint I didn't see
we stand outside her place
"it's cold outside" she said
it seems she wanted me
when I thought she wanted me
to leave
By GREG MAFFETT
Published: March 7, 2010
Sunday in the rain.
By GREG MAFFETT
Published: March 6, 2010
Ghengis Khan surfing an offshore wind.
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