© CNirvana
models: a raw muse and self
he's like this song
with the lyrics that just wont stick
but this melody stays with me, always
he looked at me that day
in the only way he could
and said he hoped we could still be friends
then I held my breath
waiting 15 seconds til
i realized my favorite color is no longer blue
there's always that little thing
under the tree
where the roots can't grow
and when the weather is too cold
and I realize I've lost my sweater
I'll always remember NY
