from the balcony view, I see my youth. half thrown to dust, and half of recovery. I see the rich among the solitude, and the dirt on young feet. I see smiles of ignorance, young ignorance to fade with age. and the white collars comporting in peace, completely aware of the tilted lives held. the big to eat their derelicts, and the small with intense perceptive. from this balcony view, I see our traffic, going absolutely nowhere.
How do we continue this separated love affair? the days go by... week by week... Month by month... its been almost two years since we met on the side of the road...
We used to talk all the time incessantly.... Now we don't talk at all... I cannot reach you... If something happened to you... I would never know I find it interesting the way that we are... The way we exist.. The way we still love...
How can we be so separate yet come together so flawlessly? How do you make me feel so beautiful? the sound of your name makes my legs weak...
I want to fall in love with strangers on rooftops and smoke cigarettes till sunrise. I want to drink moonshine in the fields and take rides on tractors just because. I want to feel the soft sand between my toes and feel the salty air in my hair. Watch the sunset over the mountain in Colorado & drink tea on the Mississippi River. When I'm feeling blue and lost I plan trips to distant places. When I'm missing your lips against mine, I trace the roads that will bring you home.
If I had a camera that could capture flaws, Darling I know it wouldn't capture yours. Baby, you're perfect, Perfect as anyone can be . But darling why can't everyone else see what I can see?
They don't see your chocolate brown eyes, Those same ones that make me melt. The same ones that reminds me of that summer near the fireplace.
They don't see your rosy cheeks, The ones that blush when I mention your slightly crooked teeth. The ones that lost their colour after that dark, dark day. The ones that match mine when we played outside in the rain.
They don't see your sense of style. All they see is a black shirt and crooked tie. What I see is a beautiful grey suit, The one that I burried you in that matches your boots.
They don't see your deep brown eyes, The ones that lost their colour the day you lied.
Darling you promised we were forever! So why have you been in that casket since December! Darling you said you would always be with me So why are you burried six feet deep?!
Your shaking, like Parkinson’s disease. There on my desk, silently you sit. With no particular reason, You unnecessarily stare me down. Until I am forced to take that one, Last, sip.
i drank so much alcohol powered over you you said i was an addict it was something i couldn't get enough of but then you couldn't take the competition was it you or the bottles? you left and im alone i stopped drinking and i realize i wasn't addicted to the alcohol i was addicted to you