Friday, April 18, 2008

Kiss and a wave

Every time I see you, you have a face full of bruises, a heart full of storms, a voice full of denial. Every time I speak with you, your voice is blue, your ideas trying to fly but not lifting. I turn my head before you do, hang up before you do, leave before you do.

Mister, you have no idea.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You changed it again....