August 2009
“Why are you always wearing sunglasses?”
“There’s something wrong with my eyes”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?”
“They’re blue”
- The Rose
"Grow up and blow away"
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasn’t quite what is seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn’t what it used to be)
I must admit I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly into...
When I find myself in times of trouble
My beloved God comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom,
“Let it be”
loneliness, is such a sad affair… and I can hardly wait to be with you again what to say to make you come again come back to me again and play your sad guitar
long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show your guitar it sounds so sweet and clear but you’re not really there it’s just the radio
