Pretty little thing you are
hot coffee stains on my shirt and your
sunny day weather report smile,
still lay and wonder
boring and wanton
killing time, and wasting good looks
take a shortcut through the woods, while most
take the road less traveled-
wishing for another day to open up and explore.
now i suppose, its raining and warm, what better night and light to be.
Wow, its been some time eh?
You'd say tomato, but I'd say tomorrow
Cold ice cream on my palate, and my chest congested from a slight cold.
Disillusionment is more beautiful as the grass gets greener
wild eyes and peering minds,
almost as the first time.
But we have a bit of a history don't we?
The beach over the hill, you can see the fence on the dunes
The cold salty air blows your long blonde hair
right into your face.
Its more beautifully written then any could capture
but still it wouldn't make a single difference
as beauty always comes in small doses.
Listening always overcomes talking, and soon I'm basking in your personality.
Its smart without the feeling of snotness, and it's energetic without tethers.
Its new and historic
Small plastic spoons, and cold ice cream
What a week is what I'd say
seashells and windy laughs
I'm tired but content,
much like sleeping on a day when you can't afford to, waking to the bright afternoon sun peeping through the shades.
So tonight I sleep well
Content with a momentary brain freeze. |