the scribble
[it was her phone number]
on the cardboard coaster
meant alot
{cuz}
i could reach out
and AlmOst touch her hand
as i withered in the winter weather
and now here... the spring
and the earspace will not dwindle as
i walk towrd the sounds, all steady
i walkward sounds already
and my slow steady slope of pacing is sure to win
[i always win - even if it's last place]
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
the scribble
[it was her phone number]
on the cardboard coaster
meant alot
{cuz}
i could reach out
and AlmOst touch her hand
as i withered in the winter weather
and now here... the spring
and the earspace will not dwindle as
i walk towrd the sounds, all steady
i walkward sounds already
and my slow steady slope of pacing is sure to win
[i always win - even if it's last place]