Wednesday, January 18, 2012

~ Well I wrote your name and burned it into my mind

T
o see the color of the flame 


And it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything  


Mine just burned gold, a normal flame


I am not anything

And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up


You see the sun to which my eyes would not adjust



We were kids


I was a fountain


You could never drink enough


And then came all the boys who swept you up

Playing careless with your heart



Every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car  


Something dies when you grow older but you do the best you can


I am glad, I am glad, that you found a good man ~ 


















.She.Had.Potential.