Wednesday, January 18, 2012

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

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 ~