Mad Season

trying to find the answer to an unasked question, because its always Mad Season where I live.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

cigar smoke and burgers
and now I'm alone
wishing i had a letter from you
to make me laugh
make me blush
make me mad
but all i have is this plastic box in front of me
a mind so complicated
but i forget as soon as you tell me
i have to read every word again
until it is branded
like a tattoo that is on my foot
cuz no one sees it, but me
and i lie awake at night sometimes
with insomnia
and i pull the old foot out
take off my sock
and there are you words
imprinted in my memory
and i wish that you would just take the time
to give me something to remember

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