me.me.me.me

my.my.my.my
life has turned the wrong way of a one way
and im praying no one knows my mistake.
in a desperate attempt to correct my wrongs
i turned my high beams on. on. on.
for i don't want to hurt anybody.
the price of a piece of mind
has risen substantally with my age
so i settle for the kind that falls off trucks.
i pray no one sees me looking like a scavenger.
unkept.
roaming the streets with my unfinished autobiography
on my palms.
i guess im still searching for someone to corroborate my story.
can i tell you a secret?
i keep chocolate and flowers in my freezer
the note attached is to be determined
i have already created a place for her. her. her.
when she comes or reappears
like an apparation to say "i told you so"
i just hope she likes caramel.