Writer's Block: Romance!
fireworks i can hear but not see
i listen for your voice calling out for me
but it's silent
like the night without my radio
my ears strain for my own name
an endless, tiring game.
why do the sheets have to smell like you?
a torturing, burning memoir of last night's rendezvouz
when i was happy;
when i was one of two.
i listen for your voice calling out for me
but it's silent
like the night without my radio
my ears strain for my own name
an endless, tiring game.
why do the sheets have to smell like you?
a torturing, burning memoir of last night's rendezvouz
when i was happy;
when i was one of two.