Tissue
Tissue
Do you sleep as I do
Bent upon a dream that breaks you
Lean back in a whiskey stupor
What the hell where these dreams ever made for
To burn in flightless wings
Angel kissed with Friday night wishings
And take the bitterness pill that life has in hand
But never understand
Let the rain fall on your window
If the glass ever would remind you
Of tears that I shed
Are they now a romance of dissent
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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