Cream Pie

“Cream Pie”. We never took a chance, We wouldn’t make the time. And I just didn’t care if you were mine? No now you’re here, and now I'm there. You took his love, and his name, then you married him, to get out of the rain. And I just don’t care, is there something wrong? With me? You’re with him now, but you can’t say, why? There’s mud on your feet, and there's semen on the curtains. and he dirties up, the floor, smearing greasy fingers on decaffeinated walls and down the hall, the road is overgrown, all your butterflies have died. Your river of love, has run dry, I never said hello, You never said… goodbye. And we danced through the And we danced through a dream. I've lost all your letters. I'm staring at the calendar on the door? Cheap wine burns holes in my memories. Climbing the walls with my fingernails. But I just keep falling down, again, and again, blood smears, no tears on the ceiling… I feel your burning embers, A storm in the distance. I don’t know what to say as, I walk through the sunset, the darkness into the rain, again. When the raging river, runs free, and the wildfires have died, you'll have no love, and you'll have no pride, Wake me up from this dream, Only then will I eat… your cream pie…. in the rain. I wanna eat your cream pie, in the rain. (c) London F. Buss