September 13, 2012

not forgotten

© 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


  1. I think I get it but I'm not sure. I'll keep it to myself and be satisfied not knowing.

  2. I've heard we shouldn't always get what we want...