Afternoon Conversation

Afternoon conversation

Coffee black a cigarrette I smoke

We talk the day away

And our light like a silhouette

Smoke that dance to irritate my eyes

So I laugh and say

"Is this not a perfect day?"

We could be lovers you and I

Go my girl and realize

Nothing is as real as what we have right here

This is the fantasy of yours come true

Room so still

Am I yours at will?

And you say "It's late I have to go"

Why is it always so?

Don't go

Bride and groom we became too soon

I felt sane enough to try it out

But I am a lonely sprout

In a pot where I can't grow