5.09.2011

Day 67 (Things I Thought Before You Left)

I saw the wind waft through your hair
Carrying with it the sweet smell of some cheap shampoo
You stole when you borrowed the shower
In my lofty apartment
How I wish you would die
So slowly here with me
In the splash of sunshine
We tried to clean in the back yard
But you wont stay
No you will go
Just like the rest
You are tired of this show
So baby please would you just go
So I can move on
But we're alone here
In each others firm grip
We're together for just one more sip
no regrets dear its been a fine trip
Just close your eyes its one last kiss
The fight is over and you will be missed.

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