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Graffiti

To you, I am only words
scratched into a board
without purpose or agenda,
just words,
dug deep into the seat.

I have no voice for you to hear,
no eyes to gaze into,
no skin to touch,
just words,
etched in the soft wood.

I have no heart for you to bust,
no feelings to hurt,
no ideas to argue over,
just words,
letters carved against the grain.

I have no dreams to tell,
no products to sell,
no tokens of love do I offer,
just words.
old marks under new paint.

I have no pain to share,
no problems to confess,
nothing ever bothers me,
just words,
fading slowly in the sun.

We won't ever meet in life.
You'll only know my name.
I left it here for you to find,
just words,
Telling, you, I was here.

                --T.F. Ragsdale