Looking For Alaska

I hope you're somewhere warm and white

Like the flowers in your car

You've escaped this labyrinth of suffering

Wherever you are

I got a piece of you

Tucked away deep inside my mind

Memories of your poetry

And drinking your cheap wine

Thomas Edison's last words were

"It's very beautiful over there"

I don't know where "there" is

But I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful

Like you

You're beautiful

I never really knew you

At all

Your green eyes still shine with life

In my memory

Your smell of grass, vanilla, and smoke

Are still alive in me

I found a great perhaps

In Blue Citrus and the smoking hole

Your end was my beginning

With the kiss that I stole

Thomas Edison's last words were

"It's very beautiful over there"

I don't know where "there" is

But I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful

Like you

You're beautiful

I never really knew you

At all

You were the storm that came and went

Like lightning

You struck me by surprise with the life I thought

You might bring

Someday I'll forget

Your boozy breath I can taste still

We'll always have Crest, pranks, and

Strawberry Hill

Thomas Edison's last words were

"It's very beautiful over there"

I don't know where "there" is

But I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful

Like you

You're beautiful

And I'm still looking for you

Alaska