I've been doing a lot of writing on bus rides lately. I'd like to collect them all and create a mini book thingy called bus stop scribbles. I could make some copies and give them out to people. Nothing major, maybe like ten or so copies in a zine style. More to come on this. For now here's a little something I did on my ride into st james the other day.
Heartbreak has me hiding under the covers.
Flashlight illuminating your eyes.
Sensual kisses in the dark.
Can you feel my touch?
Can you feel my life?
Ohh girl you can set things right.
Solo shots staring at the wall
I see many faces that have come and go.
Sorry for the late night call.
Feel I owe you more than a drunk dial
It's just been awhile.
Too much time that's slipped through my hands.
Yeah it's been awhile since we last spoke.
Tryin to set things right.
Tryin to fight and fight and fight for this love.
When push was a hug and a shove was an embrace.
Been far too long since I've seen that face.
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