Goodbye
I shaved my chin for you
It dripped dark red blood.
So that yours wouldn't burn.
I looked into the bathroom mirror
Searching for the reason these dark circles appear
My eyes are still blue
Blue with a yellow ring
Pull the tabs of paper
Stuck like glue
Freshly smooth and smelling of after shave...
The overture of an Indian summer
Gone on to long
I welcome a new winter, I sing along.
I won't do it again, this so called Indian summer my friend
You're to greedy for my skin
Copyright © Edward Cousins | Year Posted 2013
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