already

i thought i told you already.
i tell you every day.

you just don't listen. you never listen to me.

and it is gray here. then sunshine. and love takes a whole lot of work. and i always give everything to people who only know how to take things away.

give me back my socks. and my dog. and the sound of the bushes brushing the window in the front of my house.

i have a pretty face. i have a pretty place. i need a pretty hand to hold me.