miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011

Wrong Roses

I was lost in all my poems
I couldn't find the light.
My ears were hurt from the noise that
came through the window.

He prefers to be
laying unconscious in the beach.
Maybe she's hoping to go back
and he... he thinks in getting her back.
She's such a queen for him
but I KNOW. It can't be me.