It is the way I drowned you in my optimism,
choked you with my sermon about the better days ahead;
and now he is dead, and I can't find the words to say.
"It is the black fly in your Chardonnay...
...ten thousand spoons
when all you need is a knife..."
Like the open book test
when you don't have your book!
so freaking beautiful!!!
To Allie, because your sorrow is haunting, because you miss him, and I miss the idea of you laughing-I miss believing, and dreaming, and the indulging in shallow talk of spas, and caramel layered icecream. I miss the lie, because the truth seems too disillusioning.
8 comments:
well knit
beautiful
short n precise
"It is the black fly in your Chardonnay"...wow, stricking line...
its the bitter sweet irony of life isnt it?
when all you need is a knife...
now that stirred something
Like the open book test
when you don't have your book!...loool.scary thought that,soo been there
I miss the lie, because the truth seems too disillusioning...ima keep that
me too, me too....am keep that one...'I miss the lie, because the truth seems too disillusioning'
hey how are you ..happy easter
awww nice, really, and sad a bitter sweet taste to it
Bitter swt.
how you?
Thanks, lil sis (: and yet still I find hope in you *sigh*
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