beanpoophead
Bluelighter
Soft spring rain danced upon my face
as I stood there, waiting for my bus to come
listening to songs that I thought I would
somehow forget about, just like you
put my head down, let a drip
roll upon my freshly painted face
and tasted it upon my sweet lips
catching each moment in my photographic mind
stepped on, stared out into the empty faces
trying to put places onto them, thinking
about where they might have come from
old faces staring at me because I am not...
gratefully and gracefully I smiled back
letting my freshly pierced skin pull tight
then I looked away, stared back out
watch the world drizzle and melt
I couldnt help but pray to god
that my lonely face doesn’t end up lonely
like the people sitting next to me
the same lonely face as mine
except their’s is 40 years older
and what do they have to wait for?
I wonder if their still waiting and wishing
for that “one good thing”
that never came
as I stood there, waiting for my bus to come
listening to songs that I thought I would
somehow forget about, just like you
put my head down, let a drip
roll upon my freshly painted face
and tasted it upon my sweet lips
catching each moment in my photographic mind
stepped on, stared out into the empty faces
trying to put places onto them, thinking
about where they might have come from
old faces staring at me because I am not...
gratefully and gracefully I smiled back
letting my freshly pierced skin pull tight
then I looked away, stared back out
watch the world drizzle and melt
I couldnt help but pray to god
that my lonely face doesn’t end up lonely
like the people sitting next to me
the same lonely face as mine
except their’s is 40 years older
and what do they have to wait for?
I wonder if their still waiting and wishing
for that “one good thing”
that never came
