I need to steal a few minutes to relax and just to be simply still.
I was looking forward to talking to you she says.
when talk turns to flowers
a girl with obsidian hair
awkward not balanced
lady with tachycardia eyes
why am I writing this meaningless rhyme?
watching the clock as it clicks away time
a cup of tea and a cigarette
I guess these are the thoughts I won’t regret
will she give me a blissful talk or give me a drug?
I have no idea, as my shoulders shrug
Should I take the odds? I think not to cause maybe I am the blob