i crept in to your room through your window one night you didnt know it your back was to me mine was to the roof you were looking at my pictures and didn't know that i was there
i saw what you were doing
the moon sees all the city how she moans and sleeps her eyes are always open in the morning i wrote you a poem it ended in grief why's life always like a mourning song? the river is warmer and sweeter for this pain
without him
without any of the hims
or even shes or
what could be's
Mama, i love you,
dance with me
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