Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Post War

I flip through songs like a deck of cards
Trying to find something to write
I lie here now on my bedroom floor
Eyes piercing the ceiling

There's no use
I can't retrieve you
I can't forget you either

Every song hides your smile
Every conversation sheds your light
I look back to see if your their and
Nothing


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