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Writing

When I am happy, I rarely write.
Too busy living and too busy giving.

Life is like a musical...
Everyone is pretty,
Dancing in lil tutus singing
Pretty little ditties.

The sun is shining brighter,
Every sound's in tune,
Every smell is sweeter,
Every month is June.

But when my heart is broken,
That's when I start to write,
Everything gets dark and twisted,
Tangled in the night.

The moonlight hurts my eyes,
I close the blinds to block the light,
My nostrils get assaulted by the
sickly smells of life.

I write until I'm empty,
No pain left to hide.
I'll sleep awhile, not knowing
if it's day or light outside.

Strangers

I don't understand you,
I've given up trying.
You just walked away,
You didn't look back.

So many nights, spent wrapped 
in your arms,
While whispering "I love yous", 
Was it a dream?

And now it's like we never were two,
Never a couple.
No me and no you.

Two strangers, or worse,
intimate acquaintances,
who never speak or acknowledge
each other's existence.

I think strangers is better, 
Than to love and forget,
Or not even remember enough 
to regret.

© All Copyright, 2000, Kathy Lippard Cobb.
All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.