Cinnamon Tea
By violetfyre
I wasted the night staring at walls and seeing your face. I shouted tired verses that only echoes replaced. If I were more psychotic, I'd drive two hours and stare Blankly at your old house to see if you still live there. I can still feel your lips and your abrasive, unshaven face. I remember how you'd roll your eyes and the way you taste. Like cinnamon tea. But do you still remember me? I was the one that sat in the dark with you While you played piano and insisted you didn't know how to. I was the one that got drunk and danced with you And fell asleep in your lap and told you I loved you. And you said 'thank you.' I wasted this night reminding myself of you. The Autumns cd is almost over and I see You asleep in your bed in that house in North Jersey. And I can't say anymore-- it's killing me. I can't live one day without these memories. And I'm in pain, but I still fear that one day The scent of these dreams will fade away. Like cinnamon tea. For your sake, I hope you don't remember me. **Well this sucks. ** Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 03:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I wasted the night staring at walls and seeing your face...."