iamon

see you sweet thing

touch is cheap
and the whine
well the whine has become
shallow and lonely
now as it once
was
but i’m not crying
for all the love
slipped away
from all the fools
fairy tale princesses
and junk dealers
rolling and tumbling
before me
for i
am
one of the lucky ones
i have it written
on the back
of a torn out page
of a foreign magazine
taped to my mirror
next to my smile
miles from my soul
and I can read
about it
whenever i want