The bag blowing across the road
didn't signify freedom; you must
have caught this in my eye.
The wedding band didn't keep
you under lock and key, but it
should have. Sunrise comes
slowly when you're sinning.
I confess an attachment. While
you're sleeping with your wife
I'm awake in a twin sized bed.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment