bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Monday, July 24
i have your picture on my wall.
memories are getting hazy
it's there to clear things up.
i have your number in my mobile
pause.
stare at the call button.
i have your story in my head
coffee and tea in an english prison,
never the same
i have your song
want to grow old with you
different now
to you,
who never smiled for the camera
who made us smile so much it hurt
what hurt so much?
goodbye
6:01 PM