We Two Drops
When you come around,
it's like
I can't
catch
my breath...
It gets caught
in my
throat
and my face
burns bright
like a red rose,
like
a drop of blood...
And you stare
it seems
because of my
inability
to look you
in the face...
In the eyes...
And you wonder why
that when
you come around
I grow silent...
You wonder,
but never ask,
for fear I'll say
I dislike you...
And so you look away...
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