friskin

Today we finally felt the failure of chronic over-achieving...

Solitary adventures.
Unnecessarily long drives in the rain.
(The show-er was over, I left as quietly as I had come in.)
But I blushed when he said my name.
(He knows how it feels to be alive in the summer sun.)
And the other familiar faces who don't know won't hurt them...

My Sometimes Love,
The sun closed its eyes; I never meant to confuse the situation. I need you back, 'cause without you here no one calls me Beautiful.

It has been too long, the words don't make sense. I'm sorry everyone. I'll try harder next time...