Window rolled open
westward wind whips by
I am drifting backwards (too often)
brought on by a change in song on the radio
I keep rolling forward
4 wheels in motion--not my choice
a meloncholy taste in my mouth
I can't seem to spit
roads not taken, thoughts you leave behind
this blue presses down
like inky prints on paper
billboards and roadsigns blur
I smell saltwater in a memory
this sloping road suddenly clears
I glance up to the reflection
and there you are...
thumb slightly out, sly grin
tires screech, time stops and I slow.
I need to get back into writing so my goal is to post one poem a day...some could be really old, some new...depends on the day.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
untitled 2
you have learned that I am a liar
but by now you should know
I would destroy everything
for a taste of your heart
(teeth sinking into a sweet valentine cookie)
I would sip your soul
like warm merlot
It would be so easy
to see my face in your eyes
I could dwell in this reality forever
For you to hold me for just one day
but time rolls forward without permission
I can't wait much longer
You deserve what I can't give
I can only haunt you
Until you decide it would be best
to love me
but by now you should know
I would destroy everything
for a taste of your heart
(teeth sinking into a sweet valentine cookie)
I would sip your soul
like warm merlot
It would be so easy
to see my face in your eyes
I could dwell in this reality forever
For you to hold me for just one day
but time rolls forward without permission
I can't wait much longer
You deserve what I can't give
I can only haunt you
Until you decide it would be best
to love me
untitled
I drive by your house
searching for a light through your window
pretending that you really didn't leave
I dial your number
let it ring and ring
knowing well that you are gone
but half expecting you to answer anyway
I toss and turn and night...tangled in your sweater
telling myself that I am upset
because the weather has been so unpredictable
searching for a light through your window
pretending that you really didn't leave
I dial your number
let it ring and ring
knowing well that you are gone
but half expecting you to answer anyway
I toss and turn and night...tangled in your sweater
telling myself that I am upset
because the weather has been so unpredictable
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