Thursday, March 26, 2009

temperance

when your red boots hurt your feet
and frosting sounds so sweet
but you're still blinking tears in the sun,
i'll come, buy you new gold wings
and shiny things
(but nothing can compete with your hair)
and our escape tonight made the great escape,
like the wind under superman's cape
(no capes, darling!)
and you're smarter than that.
it will all pass.

4 comments:

Coweh said...

brennan?

Annie-Laure said...

WIN.

the unholy atlantic said...

hey, i understood most of this! p.s. heartwarming

the unholy atlantic said...

i change it so much because i'm moooodyyy