Unread

As the smoke rises above my head
As I sit behind the shed
Holding a pencil with no lead
Forcing my thoughts to start to shred
All I want is to go back to bed
And dream of the girl I should have wed
So I can hear the words she said
About the life that we had led
Our relationship hung from a thread
That’s when I up and fled
I could have done differently instead
But now the rest will go unread