3 19 05
12:07am

Ceceilia.

You're a double-crossing dreamer date
denying walk me home I promise I won't jump on you
I'll sing silly songs and go home and write novels about you
but my Cecelia, I will not do anything
you don't want me to.
Ceceilia your mess of red hair, you're so pale.
Ceceilia you're watching me and my hands
watch them as they are not a part of me
they wander free across smooth white landscapes
and into deep caverns of words
and Ceceilia watch my eyes
watch them try not to see you as I pass by.