Lonesome tears; I can't cry them anymore....
'Mescaline Ducts'
Raising a finger and counting a pattern,
Close-handed personal smile to little gestures,
My favor of cool breezes and being prepared for nothing.
Knowing my footsteps,
Silent and subtle on warm beaten concrete,
The love of springtime,
Endless days aging like vinegar.
I saw you and said hello,
I barely stopped knowing what was ahead,
But we didn't need to pretend when two people,
Share a moment like that.
Contemplating a smile in a ten blocks walk,
Toying every moment of your flesh with the hands in my mind.
I promise I'll be prepared next time,
So I can capture the search of your eyes,
And give you something to look for in my soul.
This is the first thing i've written since i've been medicated. Its really been an up and down road since then and of course since before that, but i think things are gonna be good. For the first time in a while i think things are really looking up.