No Time For TearsA Poem by Troy Baham Jr.for a friend
She has no listeners, only critics. When she asks for someone to lend her an ear, all she hears is the crickets chirp. She dated different jerks and gave up on them ‘cause she claimed that it just didn’t work. The chemistry wasn’t there and it made the physics berserk. The subtle science of relationships always seems to lead to muffled crying while someone’s trying to wipe the tears. I guess she feared to cry alone. But if I learned anything in my long nineteen years, it’s that tears always dry on their own. So my fingers can cross your face like windshield wipers but it will still take time for the vehicle to dry and for the clouds to dissipate and reveal a clearer sky. And she is all gratitude. Saying that it’s nice to be held as she is still searching desperately for my cell. Too bad I dwell between nonchalance and a common bond. You called me indifferent but at least I’m listening. And before you judge me, Remember that I was your hero when they zeroed in and hit you with that atomic bomb. I thought for a second that you would remain a broken puzzle, but you already started piecing yourself back together. © 2008 Troy Baham Jr.Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 17, 2008 AuthorTroy Baham Jr.New Orleans, LAAboutOk I'm an eighteen-year-old heart throb lookin for a good time. I'm from New Orleans which automatically makes me a marketable item and I write a lot of rap lyrics. I'm suprised you actually read this.. more..Writing
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