Some shit..

[velvetrazor]

The calming pulse
like heroin
the warmth of wine
your love asleep
In annoyance I write
and the night is like a canceled performance
my lips no stained on a glass
they were for you
and what keeps me here
The clock on the wall?
The unavailability of past 10?
The Drive is too far sorry?
I'm trying to give you some respect
but in return I am left neglected.
Text me in 15
Don't bother calling.