sobota, 30. avgust 2014

A poem #2

your hands were shaking
when we first met
and you felt the urge
to light up that cigarette
but you never did
even though you should
all because you knew 
I could hate smoking too

and there we were one night 
with some good old friends along
you were listening
I was singing a song
your eyes seemed sad
but you said nothing's wrong
I'm sure as 'ell
back then nothing was well

when we met again
you sat beneath the tree
your sad hand held mine
your eyes were looking at me
and that's when I knew
and sisters stars did too
the only sad things I've ever loved
were summer rain and you

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