some songs i will always like
others songs i have long lost use for
so there is no song for you
all these years later
a quarter of a century
is too many years for someone like you
even for someone like me
you looked like everything was catching up to you
as your face hung, stubble showing through
your make-up
did you ever try and leave this town
this small, expensive town
you never left it
well i did and sadly came back
it was raining
when you got off at the stop
in the bad neighborhood
probably the closest place to town you could afford
i wondered if you weren't doing well finacially
and smiled to myself
remembering you telling me i was so ugly
on many different occasions, a few times
as you burnt incense in your bedroom
making shapely hand guestures in the air,
playing and counting your many cassette tapes
as pictures of madonna looked down
her mole and redlipstick
still look down for you
because you were dressed
the same way you were dressed
in highschool
long black overcoat to slim yourself down
black creepers to add height
i stared out the window
into the look time decided on in your eyes
at you walking on to the only home you could afford
and it looked like something
very fair had finally happened
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
some songs i will always like
others songs i have long lost use for
so there is no song for you
all these years later
a quarter of a century
is too many years for someone like you
even for someone like me
you looked like everything was catching up to you
as your face hung, stubble showing through
your make-up
did you ever try and leave this town
this small, expensive town
you never left it
well i did and sadly came back
it was raining
when you got off at the stop
in the bad neighborhood
probably the closest place to town you could afford
i wondered if you weren't doing well finacially
and smiled to myself
remembering you telling me i was so ugly
on many different occasions, a few times
as you burnt incense in your bedroom
making shapely hand guestures in the air,
playing and counting your many cassette tapes
as pictures of madonna looked down
her mole and redlipstick
still look down for you
because you were dressed
the same way you were dressed
in highschool
long black overcoat to slim yourself down
black creepers to add height
i stared out the window
into the look time decided on in your eyes
at you walking on to the only home you could afford
and it looked like something
very fair had finally happened
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