i can't read you
the way i
could before
and in
these eyes and lips
i see/taste myself
and hear new stories
from beginning to end
it's a world
of new possibilities
poetry noveau
scribbled across
freshly painted walls
and everyone is
moving on
moving out
while i try to
decipher which path
i'm supposed to
want to follow...
it's another year
another heartache
and i don't read you anymore
'cause it fills me
with heartbreak
you always find ways
to amaze me and
your endless talent
is just another endless
frustration
to one who's forgotten
what it is to
e x p r e s s