| to my listener i am the dress i've only worn once before our arms worn in secret themes please accept me as i am ill-masked with potholes looking for a love with no perception i will take you as you are scratched arms track-marks from wearing the same smile for days line your face with adore adorn your lips with kissed days i'm sitting on the side of one on behalf of another please take these letters and make them your own to the listener of days to the fighting way i phrase please understand the sadness madness cried out from parked cars un-marked scars because my arms have held on to you for much too long i'm weary with the weight of you and loving every minute i love you as you are my listener... |