Tuesday, April 07, 2009

last call

If you had nothing left to give
absolutely nothing

would anyone
any
one
still love you

or would you hear
reflecting
bouncing
the echos
of your own
thoughts
thinking
blinking
neon

as alone
as the last
beer
on
last call

2 comments:

Elise said...

The first verse makes my heart sore. You're words are so piercing. Many meanings behind such few words xx

Trée said...

Elise, these are written from the inside out, a bleeding if you will. Come put your hands in my crimson and smell my essence slipping away. Licking is encouraged. ;-)