Monday, January 7, 2019

Here

It’s an old telegram 
Ink is smudged I’m not sure if there’s a stamp 
Your mouth 
Your mouth is poison
I’m not sure what happened between today 
And when we danced in the street . 

You once told me you loved me only yesterday I was the girl you dreamed of 

And today I lie here alone staring at the night sky on our old street where you promised to never say good bye. 


I say I love you 
But I don’t know you any more 
As I let you go 
As you said good bye . 

I couldn’t write the words if I wanted to 
I always thought I could 
About how you said 
You would never let me go 
As you pushed me out of sight 

Maybe 
Your mouth is poison . 
And I couldn’t write the story if I wanted to 
Remember the nights you couldn’t 
Fall asleep with out me . 

It’s an old telegram 
Written to a stranger 
As I lay here under the night sky 
Listening as the cars pass by 
Remember how you kissed me good night 

How did you leave me here 
To become a stranger 
Alone at our funeral . 

Maybe your mouth is poison 
Maybe I’ll always be here 
Right here 
Under the street lights 
Where you left me

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