Dead Light.

George.

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I'm still looking for you in the shadows of my room,

still laying here, in the dead light of the moon.

I'm still listening to footsteps in the hall

pacing back and forth, as she makes the call

She came in and found me with my heart missing

just like you left me, right after the kissing.

my skin is still cold though my breath is warm

and I've still got your bite mark on my arm

I can hear hearts breaking, their playing our song

I hope you stashed away the beer and the bong

Shes still pacing in the hall, I hope they come soon

and even when the cd changes and starts a new tune

I"m still looking for you in the shadows of my room.

Still laying here, in the dead light of the moon.

 

 

Author's Note

You know I still know how to fuck your eyes crossed.


for once, I had trouble coming up with a title.

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

F**k yea, is all I can say.

[Hedra Helix]

whooo now look at that continuity of flow. super homey feeling poem despite the semi vagueness of the pieced scene.
One thought played through that I think we can all identify with but beautifully singularly Chloefied. Dig big.