I think about you constantly

I guses that makes two of us

But its giving me a headache

And the sight of the setting sun

Down Route 202 this evening

Is burnign my retinas



You'd be a sight for sore eyes

If you didnt make me

sick to my stomach



I'm casting solitary elongated shadows

On the concret campus

In the glow of the sleepy autumn sun

And even though I walk alone these days

I can't seem to go anywhere without you



You are all over 202

You're in every booth in the diner

(smoking section, of course)

Your face is plastered

All over my photography

And sometimes I can still feel you

In the passenger's seat of my car

Changing the radio station

And driving me crazy



And sometimes I can still feel you

Inside me

Sometimes it feels like my lips

Are still wet from your kiss

I cna feel the way you looked at me

The very last time we touched

I try to re-live that look

As much as I can

It was just the way I would

Want to be looked at

All the time

It was almost as if you really wanted me



I hate you for looking at me like that

Because I know you didnt mean it



You would be a sight for sore eyes

If I didnt want to cry

At the mention of your name

05/21/2004

Posted on 05/22/2004
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