Without That Face On:

...confused about her image...

...although we all agree she's so...

I have heavy boots and cannot finish that line.

   I'm an overexposed photograph. I'm in the past and when I look at myself those seconds slip and I'm not real.  It's kinda like that...I cannot protect myself from this sadness without protecting myself from that happiness.  Because they come as a pair.  How many thousands of millions of gentle finger brushes  against each others faces and bodies does it take to make love?  I promise that you've never looked so good...

   I think I'm too afraid of losing something that I love so I refuse to love anything and if I let it be, than maybe I can make the impossible possible.  But I'm afraid.  Because I have heavy heavy boots, and I bury things too deep inside.  I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.  It's kinda like that.

  I've got a problem telling time.  Is it morning or is it night? I don't know.  

  I miss life, simply and shyly.  I need that back.  

  And tonight I'm small. Excuse me do you have the time?

  We all agree I'm so....

  And all day at work I promise that I had a mask.  Smiles for pennies.  I beg to differ, sir.  I cannot be a model.

And the whiskey was whispering.  But not loud enough.  And I saw it waiting, but it was never touched.  Because heavy boots means I'm already sinking without the drinking.

 

  But it's not like that, it's me, yet again with blank pages where words should be but I don't know the right ones.

  I'm going to catch a colder.  Excuse me where do you get the tickets?  I promise you've never looked so good....

  I'm headed eastish.  Where the sun rises.  Because this devil town is crummy.  And I've got heavy boots.