Monday, 16 February 2009

behind closed doors (working title)

she wanted
just a little space
where his heart wouldn't beat so bitter
cross her cold face
promise
a sleeve and an ace
now the air hung about her like a dark cherry cloud like a
black veil
just for a second i could have sworn she whispered "take me away"

she drives home every night
her sweet soul suicide
cos she don't wanna be alone
she burns like candlelight
her smoke screen by design
cos she don't wanna be alone

she wanted
a drink to kiss the pain
but the warm velvet spread/swell of the liquor's kicking cold again
takes just a minute to recall the health that she gave away

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