He saw me
Peeped me
Knew me
Deep into the stranger
Mystery.
Did he feel it?
Thoughts upon stranger tides;
Could he feel it?
Kisses,
Sighs,
Saying goodbyes?
This tearful game of madness
Shouts
Suburbia dreams
Antiquated ideas
Da da-daaah
Duh duh-da
And words don't equate clear
So I ponder
His depths of me
Iris deep
Contemplating
Why
I'm looking upon
One too many
Searching for the faint inspiration
Of adultery...
©2014clarencecbess
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