• Don't think I cannot see you.
    Standing there,
    I hear your giggles,
    Recieve your glares.

    Really now?
    Your my friend so to speak.
    How Am I supposed to know
    What your Blabber mouth leaks?

    Its all just hearsay,
    Water under the bridge,
    Come what may,
    Gossip almost never goes away.

    Silent strokes across the paper,
    Painting the final scenery
    The final caper,
    The final chapter,
    is this all whats left for me?