8/2/10

today you love life
tomorrow you hate life
tomorrows tomorrow, you know you loved life today
but you don't remember the feeling
early in the morning you wake from a broken smoke alarm
boosted on a couch you beat on it
like last night, the drinks to your head
little self whispers: why? why? why?
but you know he doesn't make sense
because that humming feeling
its the light in the window

1 comments :

  1. Anonymous said...

    you beat the grey couch?