Tuesday, April 7, 2009


I’m wounded by the kisses she never gave
Wounded by the way she says my name
Wounded by the scent she left behind
And I’m wounded by the whispers I can’t find

I’m wounded by the music that still lingers
Wounded by the fire that was in her fingers
Wounded by the shadows that stain my wall
And I’m wounded by the telephone that won’t ring at all

I’m wounded by this dagger in my heart
Wounded by the ocean that keeps us apart
Wounded by the saxophone in this song
And I’m wounded by the vodka that doesn’t last for long

1 comment:

Shupe said...

I think you shall survive this-
grounded my heart still btw-