Wind freezes tree leaves that fell awhile back,
Dead.
Been stepped on and
I'm cold.
Sad predicament.
Waiting on a girl to come warm me up and,
Busy tonight.
My girl.
Repeat that a dozen times and thumb my rosary, pay for my sins until it feels true.
My girl.
Silence is lust.
kiss her feet when she's around.
Miss her when she's not.
My head's been up a red dress for two days straight, occupying the interim.
Have to bridge the gap in my dreams and,
happiness feels fragile sometimes,
like ice on windows but,
I'm warm when she's on my mind.
