You
there is nothing substantial in your eyes anymorethe fidgeting fingers on the neck of the guitar,
the startlingly blank features becoming a blur,
the broken frame that holds bones and little else...
where did you run to?
the way you play the starving artist was a turn-on
until reality stepped in and the playing was gone
I think you had blue eyes before
now they are sadly gray.
anyway
I am in love with you
I just thought you should know
