B.. Alexander

Dead Invention - Poem by B.. Alexander

Waiting on the platform
Waiting for a friend
I turn around slow
On the spot, by the mirror
Hawk eyes drink every scene
Old hawk eye is watching me

Do you still say those sweet things about me
No I don't think
That you do
Oh, do I still write those sweet things about you
No I don't think
That I do

All that we made, we spent
All that we had, is gone
All that you gave to me
I used every drop
All that I gave to you
You used it all up

Now you are human
You are a woman
And I am human
I'll always be a man
And there are things that we need from one another
There are some things we could give to each other

Do you still think about them?
No, I don't think
That you do
Do I still hold out for them
No, I don't think
That I do

All that we made, is gone
All that we had, we spent
All those moments we shared
Blur in the alleyways of history
All of those joys
Blurred by the rain clouds of now

I feel the train approaching
I can hear it in the rails
When it pulls out of this station
Do you know what will happen
No, I don't think
That you do...


Comments about Dead Invention by B.. Alexander

  • Rookie Katherine Ng Li Hoon (12/15/2008 9:06:00 AM)

    Great poem! I enjoy readind it. Keep up your good work! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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