Monday, February 4, 2008
posted by iroquist de aNt0 at 5:06 AM | Permalink
Sorry,Pop !
On a long and lonesome highway,East of New Cairo. I can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song. Out there in the spotlight,i am a million miles away. Every ounce of energy,i try and give away.
Later in the evening,As i lie awake in bed. With the echoes of the amplifiers. Ringing in my head. i smoke the day's last cigarette,
Remembering what she said.

What she said :
"...as one of the very few woman around here, i'm used to a certain amount of innuendo and flirtation being thrown my way. I'm not used to enjoying it. I'm not a jealous woman. But i am a careful one..."
I know i can't ask you for another chance. I only hope by now you've found your safe heaven. I took advantage of you,of your commitment to help others and put you in a place that's every doctor's nightmare. I've considered many ways to apologize, i just want you to know how sorry i am and what happened between you and me,it was real. IT'S REAL.

"...there's a plan to make all of this right..."