wavemaster-SIFL

                                           Statue                                                 By: Wavemaster-SIFL Oh, to be a statue, Silent and eternal. Life slowly passing by. No ties to what I see. No links to what will be. No falling tears set free. Nothing to weigh me down. And one day, as I stood, Came walking by, a man Most unremarkable. His eyes were plain dark brown. His hair was buzz-cut down. His face wore a small frown. He looked nothing like change. Lurch forward.  Freeze.  Lean back. Stop.  Start.  Rinse and repeat. His doubt is evident. He quickly leaned in near. He was so full of fear. He let fall the

I wear boy jeans. It's true. Only I bought them by accident. But I wear them on purpose. I wear boy jeans and I think about girls They're dark, dark blue and straight (Not the girls, the jeans) Except for where they gather at my ankles Because I'm too short Or maybe boys are too tall. I'm not straight like my jeans. Except where they gather at my ankles, I guess. Only, I don't really gather things. Not at my ankles or anywhere else. I actually lose things most of the time. So maybe I should keep my keys And my promises and my spare change In the upturned cuffs of my jeans. Because, like I said, boys are too tall. Or maybe I