Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Lamps


Alice puts her head phones on 
Counts snow flakes one by one 
It’s never winter yet it’s always winter here 

I’m under the bed in the dark 
Lost in all these thoughts 
What do you think about my brass button coat 
Hanging on your door . 

As I cry alone on your bedroom floor . 
Do you see me there tonight 

Every tear a stain on your pillow 
So you can’t forget 

Maybe just maybe you will feel the way 
You bruised my face . 

Hiding under covers . 
I love you can’t fix black and blue decisions 

I thought it was possible 
Love . 

I thought you meant it 
But what did you mean 
As I lay here alone . 

My jacket still on your door 
I’m left full of regret 

What can I do 
As you live in these words 
As you throw away this book . 

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