and if I gave you my numbers, then
I'd always be
waiting -
so I'll leave you with
words...
words that are
failing me so
miserably -
but they'll just have to do:
I drive with the
top down and the
volume up, searching
smiling at
the sunset in my
rearview mirror and
it's here that
you cross my mind.
I am addicted
to the anguished cries at
the ends of your
sentences
like fresh avocados
and the promise of
springtime...
I'd sit in a room with you
not speaking for days
writing endlessly
until it was too much to bear
until I tore the notebook
from your hands
so I could swim in
what the world looked like from
behind your eyes...
there's more, a little blurb, and I left out the part about throwing our pens on the floor and making out furiously. it might have gone to total porn after that... I've just been so taken and moved, the more I listen to burn the maps, the more it totally blows me away. go get it if you don't own it yet:
http://www.theframes.ie
oh, and I'm going to mail it with a "no one gives a damn about your band" sticker, and a picture of the sunrise from my beach the morning after thanksgiving. it was a meaningful morning. I fucking rule.
over and out, kids.
~vvb
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