Novella Trite

if this is love, hang me from the highest tree with a note for the world to see.
the sound of the night is too much for me to bear right now.
as i drive to the place where you gave my heart its first decorative scar.
and on the wall behind my eyes, i paste another picture of you.
not the one you'd expect, but the one you'd discard.
and on the wall behind my eyes, i paste another picture of you.
not the one you'd expect, but the one you'd discard.
tears passing over a smile.
it's raining.. but not enough.
i could cry.
wet street and weak knees.
maybe the angels can hear me scream.
tasting rust in my mouth, expecting the usual,
but finding the words you spoke leave the same flavor.
what do you want me to say?