Nov 17, 2006 19:01
My wine turned into dirt so I spit it out.
I must have left it outside when it rained.
His light is on.
But no where to be found,
but the cafe.
The room was curly,
there was also leaves in my wine.
I spit those out too.
Every chip tasted like dirt.
The salsa wasn't spicy.
His light is still on.
Where'd he go?
I was voted most likely to tell you whats on my mind
But unfortuanetely I'm not passionate about being a fashion expert.
Oh well, I should just take a trip.
Like he did.
I walked outside,
I'd been waiting to see him for months
He said he'd be there
and wasnt.