Saturday evening

She keeps sayin' 'don't think, don't think'. I guess this is why I can't stop thinking. cause it conveys subcounscious message. lets me know there so is something to think about, to get my head around,
something that makes me wanna huddle beneath my blanket, safely fall asleep amidst my pillows.

never gonna say it aloud, tell him, tell anybody.

never gonna forget, ain't gonna remember either.



red's my color.

my dress's red,

my eyes - red

martini in my glass red, seems to be at least....
if only I could see its color through the teardrops I'm shedding over... over... oh, I don't know, really.