Talk to Me

[greasytuesday]

There it is
That unfriendly smile
Pointed at some one
Anyone
But me
Used to talk like
I was in love
Now we talk like...

Pick me up and speak to me
Just speak, just speak
The orchid is dying
Just like my eye
And they
Are lost
In you...

Zebede Robbie Tansen

[indian~summer]

cool