Friday, December 4, 2015

Paper

Old magazine add reads 
Obituaries of torn up pictures 
Left over memories with no finger prints 
No names - 

Contacts embrace dialated lense 
Old tears fill an ocean of pillows 
I rest my head on , only I never sleep 
As I carry on alone 
Walking with regret 
Growing grey and invisible yet invincible isn't the same 

Tell me as I lie here alone 
How will it end 
What will it say 
As the water rises 
And the violins play 
Their  tune drunk

They never understood a word 
They say 
Never understood 
The girl at all -