internet is working... yay
I couldn't get online the other night to post this when I wanted to, so here it is, plus I think something else... if I feel like it after hit control+v.
Pulling the raspberry out of my wine glass
with the care I would use for a kiss
Soft red juicy meat
But the fruit is cold and vodka-soaked
Not as sweet as expected to be
Not as warm and wonderful
She dances in polka dots and glossy beads
And eats berries by the river in the noon-day sun
But it’s not the same without someone
The days roll by and grow more dusty with the lack of rain
And she’s still singing your name
Again and again and again.
~*~
tonight:
There's got to be something here to talk about, but I can't. I just... can't. Why is it such torture? Oh man... I do this to myself, it's true, but something about the abuse is addictive.
Pulling the raspberry out of my wine glass
with the care I would use for a kiss
Soft red juicy meat
But the fruit is cold and vodka-soaked
Not as sweet as expected to be
Not as warm and wonderful
She dances in polka dots and glossy beads
And eats berries by the river in the noon-day sun
But it’s not the same without someone
The days roll by and grow more dusty with the lack of rain
And she’s still singing your name
Again and again and again.
~*~
tonight:
There's got to be something here to talk about, but I can't. I just... can't. Why is it such torture? Oh man... I do this to myself, it's true, but something about the abuse is addictive.