If you can read this . . .
If you can read this
you’re too close.
That’s what he used to say.
If you can read this
you’re too near
and I can’t bear it.
So be on your way.
Respect my private space.
Don’t get in my face.
If you can read this
you are too close
for comfort.
Just go away.
If you can see
the colour of my eyes
then look away.
You’re too close
for comfort.
That’s what he used to say.
Respect my private space.
Don’t get in my face.
Leave me alone
and go away.
If you can interpret
the expression on my face
you’re too close
for comfort.
That’s what he used to say.
Respect my private space.
Don’t get in my face.
Leave me alone
and go away.
If you can hear
the words I whisper
then you’re too close.
Please go away.
You’re in my private space.
Keep in your own place.
Please go away.
If you think that
you can see me cry
there must be something
in your own eye.
Mine are clear,
no grief here.
Respect my private space.
Don’t get in my face.
Leave me alone
and go away.
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<Deleted User> (7073)
Tue 12th Jan 2010 12:51
I love the sound of your voice Annipoo..... sad but heart wrenching poem though, I hope it isn't about you.
Love TC XX