Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Dear Diary...

There is this boy & this girl
that sit on the tin roof
right across my window
every night.

He likes her.
Because she flicks her cigarette ashes the right way
and
wears the right shoes with her dress.

She thinks he is
romantic
and likes the way he
tosses his hair.

They are flirting
through smoke and on top of tin.


It makes me think of you.




1 comment:

  1. I think this makes me want to cry!!hahaa
    I guess you're back in Chicago by now...Waco is already missing you sweetie!hughugs

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