Writing warm friday nights

[SSJ5 Vegeta]

It's actually two poems...

[b]WARM FRIDAY NIGHTS[/b]

I?m sure the tulips lay
Lonely against the pages of your book
Taken from their home
As a gift to you
The first to bloom this spring
My heart lies somewhere between
The folded pages of the story
Of our lives
But the tulips, the smell
Remind me of the wonderful scent
Of your covers you hide under
Watching The Simpson?s while I breathe
Gently behind you
Your hair tickling my face
In this town, Fulton
The wind occasionally blows
Stirring new winds

The fetid smell of Anhydrous Ammonia
Scent like melted plastic
Slowly swims through the car vents
As I sit at a lonely stop light
Reluctant wheels turn
As my faded denim blue Buick carries me home
A broken face stained with tears
Glances in the rearview mirror
Eyes burned with guilt
Don?t ever hurt anyone like that again
The words shout inside my head
The heart thumping in my chest
Once black, till you turned it a lighter
Shade of gray
Ice cream on a cold rain littered
Sad April night
Chocolate milkshakes
SpInNiNg in the blender
Keeps me happy for now
Your beautiful pictures on my wall
Keep me happy for now
But I still think about the tulips on your dresser
Or pressed in a book
Their fate uncertain
While my heart lies uprooted
Like the flowers
Never to be returned to my flowerbed
Of sweet smells, of warm covers
Of Simpson?s on Friday nights
I guess in a small town someone could
Get bored after two years
Twelve various pain relievers at once
Excedrin, Advil, Tylenol, and one Xanax
Just to kill the PaIn
My lungs gasp for air
Dysfunctional full of god knows what
Active Ingredients
Lying on the floor
I am that flower WAITING to be pressed
Pressed between my depression
And your guilt



[b]SNOW COVERED WINDSHIELD[/b]

I?m staring out the windshield
Being covered in crystal powder
As the snow gently rains
My vision is blurred
From the bloodshot tear stains
Still stuck to my eye
Somewhere out there
Is a dark headed woman
The love was strong
But now it is as cold
As the winter wind
If he dares step outside the door

He doesn?t feel like crying anymore
He gets his love out
But she doesn?t hear it echo
He?s in his car and she?s at home
But he must go back in sometime
He steps out into bleak sunshine
The dark clouds devouring the gray blue sky
He walks through the door
Smells food cooking
Good home ?fixing?
From his father
He takes off his shoes
His soles worn bare
But somewhere
Out there
Is a girl with dark hair
He loves so much stronger
Now seeing another
As the snow gently rains