Schooner
Open Door
talk for hours like a french ambassador
a leaky sink, a weeping drink drips on the floor
a sudden rumble then the slamming of a door
a sinking feeling disappearing with the roar.
i knew you could not drive too far then.
forty hours and a place down by the shore
another thing another sting that you ignore
a sleepless light is leaving imprints on you more than you would like to say,
but you're an open door.
From Letras Mania