SpeedLimit55
Bluelighter
Hello Old Friend, so Good to see you again.
Things have been rather lonely without you.
Institutionalized? I'll drink to that.
I suppose it is a bit odd to use the warm black blanket of your deceptive smile in this way.
But it really IS like grandma's quilt... yes...a quilt for my soul.
I'll wrap old familiar around my heart, down the bend just past my soul, and into the tiny crevasses of my heart....you know the places, where it gets so drafty without you.
How have you been?
Yesterday I would've chuckled at your silence, your non-responsiveness would've been humorous yesterday.
But of course not today.
Not with you.
I don't need to laugh with you.
Although, I don't need to cry with you either...but I still do.
Oh well, at least I needn't worry myself with those pesky smiles...again, thanks I send to you for this.
What shall we do today?
I know a nice dark spot we can sulk in.
Yes, please, have a go at my heart, I've been in far too high of spirits as of late, and for that I apologize.
I suppose I get a bit out of hand when you're not around.
Hand in hand now let us go, down memory lane.
Won't you ask fear if he's busy?
Can regret come out to play?
Hi, is anger home?
How joyous the company of an old friend or two.
Like an old man chattering to himself, frolicking in the fields of all things black let us play. Let us play. Let us play.
Things have been rather lonely without you.
Institutionalized? I'll drink to that.
I suppose it is a bit odd to use the warm black blanket of your deceptive smile in this way.
But it really IS like grandma's quilt... yes...a quilt for my soul.
I'll wrap old familiar around my heart, down the bend just past my soul, and into the tiny crevasses of my heart....you know the places, where it gets so drafty without you.
How have you been?
Yesterday I would've chuckled at your silence, your non-responsiveness would've been humorous yesterday.
But of course not today.
Not with you.
I don't need to laugh with you.
Although, I don't need to cry with you either...but I still do.
Oh well, at least I needn't worry myself with those pesky smiles...again, thanks I send to you for this.
What shall we do today?
I know a nice dark spot we can sulk in.
Yes, please, have a go at my heart, I've been in far too high of spirits as of late, and for that I apologize.
I suppose I get a bit out of hand when you're not around.
Hand in hand now let us go, down memory lane.
Won't you ask fear if he's busy?
Can regret come out to play?
Hi, is anger home?
How joyous the company of an old friend or two.
Like an old man chattering to himself, frolicking in the fields of all things black let us play. Let us play. Let us play.
