Thought I should update this. Just minor scribbles, thinking about doing a novel again. Not sure if anyone reads this though.
“Ain’t
gonna stand here forever”
Strands
of blonde hair scattered around my apartment,
like Easter eggs hidden for me to find. Subtract the joy.
A blues song plays in the back of my head, with
sorrowful chords being plucked and played on a beat up guitar.
The deep voice of regret sings the lyrics to any old blues song.
A noir feeling of dread, of loneliness, of nothingness, of emptiness,
makes up the backup band, as I imagine her walking out the door
for the seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, time.
like Easter eggs hidden for me to find. Subtract the joy.
A blues song plays in the back of my head, with
sorrowful chords being plucked and played on a beat up guitar.
The deep voice of regret sings the lyrics to any old blues song.
A noir feeling of dread, of loneliness, of nothingness, of emptiness,
makes up the backup band, as I imagine her walking out the door
for the seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, time.
I can’t
help but want to reach out, to say something.
To grab her with my hand and pull her close,
to seek the attention she wants and deserves,
and yet, when I had her, had the chance…
I left her like an Easter egg to well hidden,
and she told me, “Ain’t gonna stand here forever”
It wasn’t too long before another kid found the egg.
To grab her with my hand and pull her close,
to seek the attention she wants and deserves,
and yet, when I had her, had the chance…
I left her like an Easter egg to well hidden,
and she told me, “Ain’t gonna stand here forever”
It wasn’t too long before another kid found the egg.
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