where the wild flowers grow
I imagine what smoke looks like
while it's still hovering in my lungs.
I wipe tears away from my eyes,
I drove you home, I let you go.
And, while on normal nights, like these,
I'd carry each thought in my mind untill I
have to recharge my energy by sleep.
However, on this night I chose
to think of nothing but you.
And how my love could'nt stop you from moving,
from shifting to a way that I'll never see.
My heart skips into half written poems..
Why I ever drove you home.
...I'd never tasted lips so foreign.