Singer in the Pub
Singer in the Pub
The singer finishes singing and she walks out,
He feels a tear slowly falling out,
it's hard to hold the tears away,
as the night turns into day,
The pub is empty and everyone's leaving,
towards his home he is slowly driving,
lying on his bed he closes his eyes,
trying not to feel lonely and cry,
he wants to feel the warmth of her,
hopefully forever some where near,
he longs to kiss her flushed red cheek,
everyday of every week,
but she's somewhere far from him,
everynight it's her he dreams,
but he wonders how she feels,
the curiosity really kills,
but patience is a virtue he must learn,
or else his efforts would burn,
so patiently he awaits in the shadows,
helping her in whatever way he knows,
in hope that one day she'll notice,
that every song and poem of his,
is actually written specially for her,
in hope that one day they'll be together.
stoned @ 5:13 AM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
-
Kai Teoh, Seasons of September