2013/05/06

Invisible



Every day I whisper your name underneath my breath

I breathe your air

I hear your voice

Every day I stand exactly due north so you have to brush past me to get your morning coffee


I know you like your girls with long hair

I’ve made sure not to cut mine in three years

I heard from a friend of yours you like a good pair of legs

 So Even though it’s the dead of winter I’m hoping you’ll appreciate this mini skirt

But just like every day

You brush past me without a second glance

You didn’t even know I was there

So I take a deep breath and blink away the tears

Maybe tomorrow you’ll want to know my name

Maybe tomorrow I won’t be Invisible