Alice Series I

So another try at Alice lines for my sleeve : my series of Alice . Finding Alice under ground takes a lot of digging . Here we go . 

If you ask her 

The gun was pointed north 

Her lips were always red . 

It was never the way you left her 

It was the way you  held her while you slept 

She was lost in your jacket 

The way you fancied her in the sunrise 

It was those moments 

Like when the moon hits the water 

And you remember 

Why 

So old tales , rip apart dresses 

As she now sleeps alone . 

The walls lined with your graffiti 

She once called home . 

If I troubled you 

Would you imagine me there 

Where we used to lie quietly 

Would you dare 

Show me 

Where the flowers grow 

Where we can grow old 

Could you find me here 

Would you say Alice 

With out you 

I’ll never sleep again .