Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Atticts



It’s half past midnight 
The crows circle it’s cold 
You are not here 
You never were here 

It’s like a black and white ad 
A corner conversation 
One talking 
One turned his head 

She was left alone 
But it was all her fault he said . 

It reads clear 
Will you sit with me a while 
Just to hear me breathing 
I used to listen to your heart beating  
As you passed out every night 
As I laid alone 

No love . 

As I am 
Alone now 

It’s all my fault he said . 
I pushed him
Away 
He said . 

The crows come closer 
The piano bends 

Now
Nothing

Is
Said . 

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