I want a Cake song like poem
I want a Cake-song-like-poem One that burns my body as when I was in Arizona. Free, yet in complete anguish with the drama allowed only in young adults or in divorcees or when you are a poet, or a painter -a graphic designer will do, too-. I want to translate the anonimity I felt in your Mustang or the blush my body had in my never-to-be-husband's arms. It's the remembrance of the quiet warm smoke while I was sitting in front of our house. I won't be near those never again in my life. South Mountain is just blurry. Downtown Tempe and its river lights start to fade from my steps except for the wind while driving and the radio telling me about a fast car. I'm not a good decision maker Not really sure, never, about the outcomes or the incomes but I just know I need a cake-song-like-poem that makes my body burn.
