by Jon Coe

Created on: May 10, 2010

Standing in the shadow of a smile
looking further, for a while
You may wish, or not, to set me be
or just choose, or not, to let me free

Inside this shell there is light
for me and you, mysteriously burning bright
Picking your words and letting them fly
might I expose some tears, for me to cry

Hiding in the flickering, dancing dark
not even cats meow, nor dogs, do bark
I am yours, to do what, with you, will
as I am, sitting here, in your window sill

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