Monday, May 16, 2005

I Tell Myself

And the days pass by so slowly,
yet so quickly.

I can hardly breath.

Thankful when I feel,
Your lips press mine.

Your breath fills my lungs.

I can't find the defrost button,
For my mind.

My eyes fog over and I pull off the road,
And roll down my windows.

I'm stuck here with a cracked windshield,
And a shattered will.

I get out and start walking,
The sun will come out in a minute.

I tell myself.

3 Comments:

Blogger Shamae. said...

ohhh...so good.

5:03 PM  
Blogger Shexpeare said...

So good indeed. And when Brit was referring to your book, I'm pretty sure we just... WANT you to write one. canned ass indeedio.

7:21 AM  
Blogger Shamae. said...

I miss you! I miss you. I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you!

I don't know why, but today i like...missed you. SHYAH! Don't know what that was all about... hmmmm

...

10:38 PM  

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