Wednesday ManA Poem by fishballyou were just like the day passing by
The gentle breeze in the early morning
brought me the faint scent of a stranger carrying the face of the person with a special place in my memory The book I used to hate with a bitter taste you held with your fingers and a pretty gaze As unwanted heartbeats pick up the pace my mind goes blank in a warm yet unfamiliar haze At that moment, I wished to be the subject of your attention I wanted to be the color in the paintings of your collection I wanted my name in all of the figures that you trace in your sketches on paper and on my skin's surface I wanted you to paint my lips in tints and shades Give my name a definition in every language that you speak something more beautiful than the rain and Wednesday But there's nothing more to see from where our fingertips meet The things I used to think were for me the music you play, the art you create no matter how sweet and sound the melody will only fall silent to your eyes and ears Oh, I've seen you in my dreams but you are not a secret I can keep not in my heart nor in my arms I know you do not belong to me
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