Sunday, December 4, 2011

So I looked for your eyes
and the waves looked like
they'd pour right out of 'em.
I'll try hard.
I'll try always.
But it's a waste of time.
It's a waste of time
if I can't smile easily
like in the beginning
... the beginning.
We could slip away,
wouldn't that be better?
Me with nothing to say
and you in your
Autumn sweater.