Thursday, 10 March 2011

About you

I dont think the thoughts i wish to
Don't see the faces I love everyday
Dont cry salty tears when I hear your name
Drifting from a bar-room door
Adrift in this late Monterey fog.
...I don't remember half the things I ought to
(the sound of your eye-lashes brushing the sky)
But i'd rather be like this
Than mourning over you

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