Puto

Thought of you
All today
Knowing you weren’t alone
That’s not the problem
It’s the one
Who wants to put
His arms around you

Here I sit
In my lonely room
All I want
Is to smoke cigarettes
To destroy these broken lungs

In seven days
Will I be the one
That still sits within your mind
If we kiss
What tastes will we find

I may be mad
Or just losing it
Indecision bleeds from me
Drowned in the words
Of this mastermind
Disaster gives to me

© 2006, Mosquitobyte