Snowflake In The Car
By birksy
Snowflake in the car Windows shut, heat on full, Can’t keep the memory of her here, Have to drive to concentrate. She’ll never sit next to me, never blow cold in my face, that snowflake isn’t her, but it’s all I’ve got left. And it makes me feel jealous, each time someone looks at it, going to have to get used to it, it’s the prettiest thing I know. When I stop the car, turn off the key and sit, that snowflake let’s me dream, it’s what’s left of you and me. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 09:39 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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