There's nothing to make the sadness smile, when the temperature drops to 55 degrees and the house is empty and your heart weighs eighty-seven pounds...
My lungs are posing for photos
in the back room
dressed in aqua lingerie &
ready for the vacuum show.
2:51, open eyes and roll over making eye contact with the television show, shy & I wish I could sleep for the next two or three years and catch up on all the sleep I have missed out on. But hear ye, I gotta do me laundry.
Other than that, maybe I can write, and make myself feel better than this.
My lungs are posing for photos
in the back room
dressed in aqua lingerie &
ready for the vacuum show.
2:51, open eyes and roll over making eye contact with the television show, shy & I wish I could sleep for the next two or three years and catch up on all the sleep I have missed out on. But hear ye, I gotta do me laundry.
Other than that, maybe I can write, and make myself feel better than this.
you can have it if you want it. it can be you. you could be nipples for everyone.
hmm..you're writing is making me sad again...i expect some happy journals when the lady is back.