29 October 2005
conversation on a motel balcony (overlooking th pool)
you came back b/c you wanted to-
my past on a piece of paper
th trickle down of a conscience
peeks out of faint white paint
slung over th railing of a second floor motel
chasing raindrops down the windows
of occupied rooms
i've never seen heavier rain
nor had a quieter argument
my past on a piece of paper
th trickle down of a conscience
peeks out of faint white paint
slung over th railing of a second floor motel
chasing raindrops down the windows
of occupied rooms
i've never seen heavier rain
nor had a quieter argument