Dear black jim,
It’s over
Its over…
Its’s over and I don’t even know why
Is it because I left?
Is it because I didn’t tell you I was gonna come back?
Is it because I took for granted
That you wouldn’t leave
Is it because…
Is it because...
Is it because...?
I know
I know
The door was always swinging open
For me to stumble in whenever I felt like
And stumble out
When I didn’t want
to stay
But you never took it personally
You always invited me back again
You always
Invited me back again
With open doors
And walls that smiled
Armchairs and sofas
That pulled me into their laps
Everything about you was
Tactile, warm, familiar
But you attracted me
Because you always made it new
Unconditional
My endless friend
My one time lover
Your walls that smiled
Everything about you felt
Tactile, warm, familiar
With images that always changed
faces and pictures
Your hand made stage
Of songs and words
You were my
Favourite after hour
My salon of a select few
You always knew
You always knew
You always knew
That This
wasn’t forever
But not easily forgotten
You leave
Listening
Whispering
Your space
Surrounds
These
Words
So I ask you
Is it over?
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