Wednesday, June 23, 2010
November 11, 2008 - Tuesday How about if I turn my confident chin 30 degrees in a southernly direction Then you can pretend you aren't annoyed by my impulsivity. And if I call your name in fantasies instead of nightmares Then you can pretend you aren't dismayed by my screams. How about if every time it snows and your windshield fogs over, Then you can pretend it contains a secret message I never composed. And if you can't remember the exact timbre of my laugh or hue of my skin, Then I can chalk it all up to poor timing and insecurity. I know we did not mean it, after all.