Your sleepy eyes and broken smile,
Little messages on my voicemail box.
Your smashed guitar and nights binge drinking,
Smelled your fragrance in my sheets.
Unrewarding look, burned your toast,
So apathetic, let's just go down the street.
You're admiring bagels and counting the flavors,
Ripped jeans and leather boots.
I'm glad I'm not dead yet,
Infinite playlist and a song called 'Robbers'.
You spilled your coffee and smiled,
Horrible delivery of kind words.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Your sleepy eyes and broken smile,
Little messages on my voicemail box.
Your smashed guitar and nights binge drinking,
Smelled your fragrance in my sheets.
Unrewarding look, burned your toast,
So apathetic, let's just go down the street.
You're admiring bagels and counting the flavors,
Ripped jeans and leather boots.
I'm glad I'm not dead yet,
Infinite playlist and a song called 'Robbers'.
You spilled your coffee and smiled,
Horrible delivery of kind words.
Experimenting with this one. I know it's not for everyone and I'm sorry if its not your favorite. ***
