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