1-1 (Specs)

Feeling artsy.  Finally decided to start 100poems.  So we're beginning with a bit of cliché fun, though I feel some angst coming on ;)

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what do you see when you look at me?

what shade do i make your specs today?

cause i can tell you

oh, i can tell you

fact won’t come into play

i keep some things to myself

inside

and I  hope they don’t show

oh, i hope they don’t show

you look at me

i ask, what do you see?

and the crowded world in its multi-colored specs

always sees something else

1-2 (Blur)

raindrops pound my window
tiny translucent fists
melting down glass
i blink
and the only discernible difference
between the drops
and my tears
stays the pounding of the tiny fists
on the window
to the silent course my tears flow
down my cheeks