Shakespare! More Like Shakes Hands.
What's left to decide in between you and I?
My suitcase is at the front door as I flea the scene
Not hiding but moving on with my life
We haven't been in love for a long time.
Since the day that we locked eyes.
Misery loves company
In this my companion will be perfect with me.
Don't look at that mirror you may see me.
An anthology of melancholy for drama queens
We aren't far from the same
and I don't point fingers
I left you in a box and lost the key
This memory of me will haunt your dreams
For it illuminates the room
and no light shines at the bottom of the sea
Copyright © Terry Allen | Year Posted 2009
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