You once told me that
I reminded you
Of Icicles.
They were cold like my hands
And short like my tolerance
For you.
I never enjoyed the taste of them,
But I liked the idea of them.
Remind me that icicles have no taste.
I'll recommend you try one
That is holding onto
An Automobile.
You'll tell me that you already have.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
You once told me that
I reminded you
Of Icicles.
They were cold like my hands
And short like my tolerance
For you.
I never enjoyed the taste of them,
But I liked the idea of them.
Remind me that icicles have no taste.
I'll recommend you try one
That is holding onto
An Automobile.
You'll tell me that you already have.
You polluted me
And then you drove away.
