i've got room like a hotel

i missed this style like roadmaps back to me that i had misplaced but now i'm here i am standing just outside your window and screaming about life and glad to feel this flush and furnace-skin again i'm tired of sad lifeless poems i want me back with room like hotels to grow and savor the flavor of having had it like cherished memories of losing the things that matter to you and the things that make us who we are and looking back the way that things should be the way that life should be a pile a filing room for this happened and that used to be and so on and so forth...

2004-06-26 | 7:44 p.m.
0 comments so far