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Thief
I stole a glance of a faraway face
Somewhere I almost forgot
Where The leaves still fall
from the trees and I still believe in love.
Where the grass still grows green
and the bluebirds still sing each morning
My analog mind keeps up with each time
A secret dance to delete each minor disappointment she left.
Her eyes tell a story of success,
My hands hold on less and less,
A trivial game but we play it best.
Stale water and cold bread
A last request to honor the dead
And Her keys jingle as she walks
And a short distance away
the door opens but then relocks.
© retro_pain
Somewhere I almost forgot
Where The leaves still fall
from the trees and I still believe in love.
Where the grass still grows green
and the bluebirds still sing each morning
My analog mind keeps up with each time
A secret dance to delete each minor disappointment she left.
Her eyes tell a story of success,
My hands hold on less and less,
A trivial game but we play it best.
Stale water and cold bread
A last request to honor the dead
And Her keys jingle as she walks
And a short distance away
the door opens but then relocks.
© retro_pain
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