April 23, 2005
Friday, October 21
glass slippers
virgin hard lemonade on crushed ice
the first snowfall, black tea
white flowers
i can't write about you
with glass slippers
and cold feet
and i know you can't relate
but i miss being lonely
and i need to travel and somehow
feel cement slip past my fingertips...
sliding across the air
the wet night swallowed my fear
virgin hard lemonade on crushed ice
the first snowfall, black tea
white flowers
i can't write about you
with glass slippers
and cold feet
and i know you can't relate
but i miss being lonely
and i need to travel and somehow
feel cement slip past my fingertips...
sliding across the air
the wet night swallowed my fear
