Office Romance (Refined)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008Office Romance (Refined)
An original composition.
And the guy across me to look like Jim
So the office won't be so dull and grim
Romances occuring between the files
In this 14 by 12, divider filled hell.
Numbers and alphabets, cold coffee and stale air
Droids staring into screens with blank stares
Hey you, hey you, yes you.
My only magic through this living nightmare.
Postcards of where I'd like to go, not where I've been
Reminders of them on yellow Post-Its
Hard and cold cushions tied onto my work seat
Trying hard not to look at you so I won't be seen
So I dial a number to your extension
Bringing myself closer to you, my favorite distraction
We whisper silently of the impending destruction
But love, I cannot withstand your indefinite attraction
So I've hidden myself in this somewhat lounge
With a cup of stale coffee and this beaten up couch
Wondering if it was a mistake best taken
To look up at you with a smile when you walked in
You looked at me with a quiet little secret
Your porcelain lips opened to utter a slur
"Five more minutes till the end of coffee break"
"Can you stay for five more?" I say.
"Stay with me, stay here."
There was a song in my head, of Romeo and Juliet
What will happen won't end well, this of which I sure can tell
Even then I said yes, despite of the dread
Despite of the risk, despite of regret.
A teardrop falls from your beady comic eyes
Ripples in the coffee spreading like the cold damp insides
"Why do you cry?" I said. "Was it something I said last night?"
Silly little silly boy, never mind. Never you mind.
Laughter never came, just a sway of dull curls
How can I reply when I can't find the words?
Just "why" and a sigh. Damn, I shouldn't cry
Foolish heart be still, what you're thinking is absurd.
And the vending machine hums in the background a constant tone
Like that of a flat line in an ICU that spells of impending doom
The deafening silence begged for me to leave the room
I'm sorry. The words came through only a moment too soon.
Maybe I will always be just a little bit out of reach
While going back or forth in these heels and cloth
Making a purpose effect from a cause.
Of ending my quivering lips with yours.
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