You were the kind of beautiful that was vanishing. Like patterns in the sky & lines of happiness etched into your soul. Magical moments that are always there but not always felt. You were the kind of dream that I never want to wake up from. You were a pile of questions & I never have the answers, & I spent all of my being on you, & now I have nothing left for myself.
Good ole Daddy hell loves to put the records on. I listen to records all night to wake the morning & truth is, I don't love it at all 'cuse there's this lousy speaker in ma house that plays fuzzy music which is ultra big fat simply plain annoying. Byebye 'm outta here.