Here's an old poem I uncovered recently, its not half bad so I decided to post it.
And this is a photo I took with my cell phone on the train to LA.
One More Time
She could never seem to form the words to tell
How much she missed and wished on.
Tonight her fingers will trace the old scars
Her throat is sore and her lips tired
But she'll play the song one more time
Just one more time, turn the volume up
Put it on repeat and mouth every word
If it will only turn her eyes black once more
Dripping ink onto blank letters
She'd never dream of sending
Forming words she'll regret in the morning
But this one last time is all she needs
1 comment:
Wow, what a great picture! Really cool. Man, that must have been taken really early in the morning!
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