ooohs
your skin was white, white as your sheets
white as your innocence, white as my bones
dear in the headlights, wide-eyed
dear you stood your ground, drew fine lines
ooohs
I don’t sleep, and I don’t dream
red blood rushing through your open veins
blank stares, at blank page
scribbled in the margins some love words
your face was lit up by the county carnival
with records playing softly from your house down the road
ooohs
your words are thistles, your mouth a rose
your thoughts a garden of cold prose
I burn another tank, drive on
my mind’s a meadow, far off
your face was lit up by the county carnival
with records playing softly from your house down the road
ooohs