Unmade Time
your eyes seem to cry
my mind so blank to the thoughts
the bed where we lay seem to stay unmade
the house so calm and quite ,movement has gorn
the stairs seem to creak to the silence of the night
i sit alone rocking back and forth in my chair
the brandy bottle so empty
the night sky seems to make me cry
you left me on my own so,so ever cold
my heart will slow my mind will stop now I'm forever watch the clock .
the nightwalker
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