![]() Sentimental ThiefA Poem by No one![]() A serenade for a corpse![]() I burned your photograph last night in the fireplace. I watched the fingers of the flame curl around your face. Inhaled the smoke and found it smelled so bittersweet like all those funeral flowers you used to bring to me. Knives in my eyes, I need to sleep. Already counted all the sheep I closed the blinds, got no relief. I'm such a sentimental thief... You threw the albums out, ones you said I could keep, because they remind you of nights you drank and danced with me. Your suitcases are full of clothes just waiting to go somewhere But you look so peaceful there, slumped in your favorite chair. Knives in my eyes, I need to sleep. Already slaughtered all the sheep. I slammed the door, got no relief. I'm such a sentimental thief. So will you hear me out? We have so much time now. I'll tell you everything and we can laugh about this little accident. 'Twas never meant to be. I hope you wake up soon. I hope you never ever leave. Knives in my eyes, I need to sleep. But I can still hear your heart beat. I listen closely; will it repeat?. I'm such a sentimental thief. © 2008 No oneFeatured Review
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Added on April 10, 2008Author![]() No oneMontrealAbout"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself." Leo Tolstoy * * * * .. more..Writing
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