i had wondered too far,
with smoke on my lips and a new
pleasure bliss.
my glasses were cracked,
with my heart far gone,
and all i could do,
was laugh at the girl
that belonged
in the broken mirror.
i wanted to remember
what it was like in
those sunny days,
but damn you for
getting me into thinking
that the shot would wash it away.
i was waiting for a ghost,
at the fallen down home,
that people now wandered
alone.
your lips in a curve,
what a silly ol' smirk.
your friends all quiet,
there beside you.,
while you were the riot.
your voice reached my ears,
a sound no one dared
but one that i craved,
sadly more
than my ice cold beers.
