Monday December 20, 2010
I wish I would want to talk
About reasons
But I don’t want to talk.
Maybe later, by the river.
Or tomorrow, in your room.
I’ll be friendly and social.
I’ll punch the occasional joke too.
I wish I could do things
The way you do
But I don’t want to do them.
Let’s skip inside,
Turn up the music
And hide under the sheets
Where we used to cry.
