Blue
Do you ever seem to think at least five minutes before you crash into a wall?
Effortlessly, you seemed to make me think so.
Pretentious as hell, but somehow I managed to get wrapped in the phony package as well.
Only resting ev’ry three days, you spend your nights searching for
Everyone and everything.
So I suppose that I’ll continue to keep looking for you too from across the room
Staring wildly past your sloshing drink, which is held by the slender trembling fingers, to the slight flicker of your
Easily set eyes….
So I ask myself, will I always be the one to desire to see this pretty fiasco through?
Ahh well, I suppose that, no…
I am done with you.
© Rei Thompson, 2008.
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