By ZoE
Date: 3 August 2000
Johnny, my love
Johnny-
I wondered why
you called me
your friend
between sips of coffee
I keep dreaming of you
taking me over and over
making me yours
and then...
there you are
silently invisable
like everyone I have ever loved...
Johnny-
your clothes hang off your thin frame
as I crawl around traintracks
watch the way
we could be
together
in the slideshow
of my mind
Always wanting to hold you close
always wanting to kiss you again and again
not be made
into such a mockery
by all your stupid friends
I want to tell you things
noone's ever told you
wrap you up in plastic
and keep you for myself
because nothing compares
to the way you
never make me feel like lying
or
covering up my dumb life
sometimes I dream of you in Spanish
Te quiro en mi triste cabeza con muchos rojas casas
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