Friday, December 2, 2016

Music

No one sings of her sorrow
No one sings of her face
The one that used to turn heads
The heads of the poor boys
The heads of the crowd
The crowd of the music
Playing out loud

Her perfume is hope
Now laden with tears
A dash of sadness
With a slight splash of fear

She sings with her sad eyes
With her lips lined in red
She tries to remember
And then tries to forget

No one sings of her being
No one sings of her name
The girl is no longer here
Here in the future
The future of gray
Gray fades to darkness
And darkness to gray


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