The look in your eyes
Is barely recognizable;
Or so it seems to be
Attracted to
Everything
Within reach of a whisper
Srain your ears
Just to hear them speak
Seconds slip by
Words turn into wounds;
Flling into
Every piece of you
Two times at night
And double that on the weekends
I could tear my hands across your back and still hear you scream...
Goodbye Susan
Hope you had fun
I never intended any of this to happen
Yet I still recall the smell of your car last fall
And how it felt to be close to you
The slant of your smile
Is only noticed by the line;
Or so it seems to be
Attracted to
Anything
Between here and there
I might not redraw
The fragile lines of Seattle
Minutes pass by
Settling the wounds
Tripping into
Every inch of you
Goodbye Susan