Thistles and Whistles
you asked me how I knew
that I loved you
you smiled sadly
as I thought madly
for the perfect thing to say
to move you in that way
you pretended to pout
after the silence ran out
and I stuttered
as I muttered
words which only got in the way
forming some old cliche
my head started to swim
when you talked about him
as I saw you to your train
and I tried to explain
how my feelings were true
just as the whistle blew
apr3/2008
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