|
|
Sunday, February 15, 2009
most days, i've forgotten how to live,
and i let the buzz wear off before i can
tell you how i really feel.
liquid courage isn't just a liquid anymore,
more like dust off of the tops of cabinets
that you thought you'd forgotten about.
they held more than just your parent's
medications and excuses for missed birthdays.
you tell me something's wrong, and then dance
around it like i wouldn't understand;
you'd be surprised, sugarplum.
i know more than i let on.
every night, i face southwest and whisper
things to you i could never say to anyone else.
someday, you'll know them without having to
strain to hear me.
|
Comments
(1)
« Home |
|
