a song for the masses

[savingface]

choking on the thought of leaving. drinking to keep from sobbing. 4 p.m., 4 dollar pints, SFO, the time and price. with all my happiness aborted, the PA painfully starts boarding. i sink deep, 30 thousand feet into my window seat electric chair. and i was drinking you goodbye. a heart floats in the bay. from sour home chicago. i hear it beating far

Comments

[purplesuicide]

well damn, I wrote you a poem, I'll post it later.

[savingface]

well damn i dont know if i should smile or not. is it a good poem.

[purplesuicide]

lol it is not bad. So smile! You know you love me

[savingface]

you know you love me, and i am smiling.

[savingface]

i see you dont want to talk to me anymore :(