drape your heart on my sleeve by Alistair Chong
i can't drink myself to sleep
because the dusk is creeping home
and there's nothing left to find
in these empty rooms
the air i breathe
is filled with despair and tears
i'd open the windows
but i'm scared these curtains
opened would blind these sun lost eyes
they're only searching for you.
16.7.08
icy breath
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