I'll Trap You In A Song Tied To A Melody

Blank white screens.

Too many text messages.

Too many people to please.

Too many people to upset.

Fatigue.


Money.

Bright Eyes.

Calories.

Coffee.

TV Screen.

Elliptical machine.

Weights and weights and scales and weight.


Curfew.

College.

Cupcakes.


Kisses.


Magazines.


Kisses.


"Now it's not so hard to get close to me. There'll be no arguments, we'll always agree. I'll try to be kind when I ask you to leave. We'll both take it easy."



I want to go somewhere and take pictures of scenes all day long. Taking pictures of people and memories is too difficult.