lovesong for the busiest

I�ll look right through you again tonight,
clearasil eyes
right through
there�s so little of you left these days

And somehow, there�s love for you
here I can�t figure how not to
and more than that
is you, empty eyed sometimes
when you think about me, and maybe
tries not to laugh.

You�ve got so many so many

2004-02-27 | 2:55 p.m.
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