Mime

Slowly I knock on your invisible door. Listening for your cold heart and I wait The silence comforts me and your heart is asleep I pick up the invisible glass of your blood It is drunk slowly as I taste and the savors I don't have to be quiet but I am a Mime I should have screwed my silencer on my gun I wait at your door and hope you will see me Amidst the shadows like wallpaper I hang A single tear rolls on my whitened cheek and the glisten I watch with an incredible ache as he comes in and the sadness I gladly tap him on his shoulder so we can dance and I long But I am not noticed and I shudder and yet I keep watch And the pain I see you again in the subway as I do tricks and my cup My faithful cup filled with memories and coins Coins that i can never use I have no pockets to keep my feelings in and the coins I slowly move and bravely part my lips I gently and silently kiss your sleeping lips but am left bitter Tomorrow i will do more of the same