Wednesday’s malaise was it the wrong side of the bed that started the day as if your out of step the feet seem to work as you mull about but something ain’t right not battling a cold or flu can’t say it’s the blues but
bff’s home don’t you remember your bff lived here really dear it wasn’t that long ago though the ivy would not lead you to believe so does it depress you to see her house in abandonment does it wipe the wonderful memories from
house beautiful was it a dream or a memory she said she’d never leave a grand dame in need of a palace you were to her everyone who went by couldn’t help but stop and take in your beauty she cared for you more than the kids you
gray every shade of gray was exposed in the lack of sunlight they stood tall they stood strong though the wind howled through their limbs they had lasted decades of wear & tear rooted tightly together holding each other up sharing seasons that passed so fast
clock’s a ticking toward summer was it a lust for living or lustful living that drove the desire the want for a man or a woman bent on breaking boredom with lips painted red and hips swaying she will knock’um dead on arrival she reminded me of someone
