Ripped curtains shed some light
On the need to clean the carpet
That I passed out on last night.
Sun stares and quickly shy's away,
Depending on the clouds positions.
My eyes were still adjusting when you came in.
Like a hurricane, or tornado, or sideways raging rain.
I felt it. Your last adventure. And oh how I could taste and smell it. You knew you didn't have to say it.
I got up slowly, lit my smoke as
I imagined slapping the tears off of your pretty face.
The face I kissed, bit, and clawed. Explored and adored but more than that. The face and the mind that had me melted, and shattered. to pieces, 858,000 times.
But never mind, I don't, i don't mind. But I swear, next time...
But no, not now. My darling, Never mind. I don't mind.