Thursday, July 31, 2008

This Might Be About Her

I know nothing else matters and that you can't seem to get away. Your makeup is smeared because you cried all night. Get in your car and just drive away, but gas is too expensive to even think about that. Called into work because bearing the world just seems like another meaningless task that you can afford to d0 right now. Open your window and pray out aloud maybe God didn't hear you last night as tear streamed down on your face. Butterflies and dandelions play in a field that you walked bare foot through. Those were happy memories when he stilled loved you and before summer froze over, not it seems like hell.


1 comment:

gypsy soul said...

Im pretty sure this isn't about me but it definitely describes my situation. I like it alot, keep on writing. Just more often please!