What could've been
Rest upon numerous faces
Looking to me now
Much too late for me to care
Beyond some script
To sum up the moment.
Again and again I want to ask
Why now?
Did it really have to be
That
Complicated?
That
Shallow?
The ability of we
To shatter hearts
Like a gunslinger at high noon
Attempting to make his way
Along the one road through town
Amazes me
Constant
Like the stares I receive now
Because suddenly
I am that which is desired...
©2011clarencecbess
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