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Speak sharply.
My dearest writer,
Why do you sit alone?
Carving words into the parchment;
In green and sometime black.
Please,
Don't look at me like that.
What do you want to say now?
You're crossing out the words.
How many times
Have you re-written that?
Brown eyes glitter
In the dimmest light.
You sit in the corner
All alone.

My dear beloved,
Why do you not speak?
Is something on your mind?
Does it make you weak?
I watch you turn dark.
What secret's in your heart?
Does it tear you apart?
Talk to me my darling.
Speak softly.

My dearest friend,
Why do you cry?
Is life not going well?
Why do you not fly?
You close your eyes
And do not listen
To the voices in the room.
You're thinking about you latest plot,
Aren't you?
I see the words in front of you.
In writing green and black.
But please just tell me one thing;
Why are you sitting in the back?

- Ceri-Adair 3/1/09 6:12pm