Date: 2012-03-30 03:02 pm (UTC)
notafuckingnut: (can't we talk about this?)
But I'm RIGHT. Whatever she says, I'm right. I know I am.

[but he sounds petulant, and almost like he's trying to convince himself as well as her. He relaxes at the contact though, albeit fractionally. Either way it seems to help.]

Yeah, I know. You believe me though, right?

[hopeful, almost pleading]
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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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