i don't want to be friends with you
but i do want to let you know
that i like your shirt
it speaks to me, i get it
so in a sense i get a small part of you
not enough for more than a shared smile of acknowledgement
to let you know that you're not alone
that your taste is good
but i sit quietly instead, watch you walk past
afraid that my smile will be misunderstood
the smile - is it really the same in every language?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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