this might not be the first time, either
poetic abortion (4/20/2007, 12:10 AM)

I heard your name on the radio, doll
And I remember those days so well
You're smile glowing in the dark
Your hand in my own, helping
Me after the fall—a part of me
Still loves you, a part of me still
Yearns for you and this teenaged
Wanting hasn't really ceased, I'm
Sad to say: I still haven't erased
Your name from my lips