if i could write
late at night
what would the memory be

an ash tray
an empty glass

cigagareets butt's
an empty cup

old songs
i've sung

empty bottles
full throttles

a memory

you and me's

candles burning

lights late at night

lights in the early morning

red lips
on cigarett tips

memories
histories

in ash trays
memories
passed there way

empty bottles
drank

old memories

i remember
your memory

if i couls write
a memory

that memory
would be you

ash trays
cigareetts butt's
empty glasses
time passed away

old history
mystery
and you

late at night
i write
what the memory
would be

the memory
of u and me

ash trays
gone aways
empty cups
emtpy bottles

if i could write a memory
that memory would be you

ash trays
emtpy cups
memories
of what passsed away
cigareets butts

and i smile
poetry
my style