And now when I listen to my favourite songs
I don't hear the lyrics sang
But the conversations we had
Whilst they played in the background
Against a back drop of long laughs,
Birds tweeting
Flower buds that look like bells ringing,
And there's a pang in the pit of my stomach
At this part
Where you started to say something
But dismissed it as a silly thing
I know I would have wanted to hear
Because your eyes said enough
And I swear they tore off the first layer of my skin
Penetrating deep within
I know you would have said something
Like how this song begins.
1 comment:
One your best and one of my favourites.
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