ever the shade of blue
you've left us in;
my walls painted purple,
the evidence between my fingernail
and the skin.
i chip off the paint in bed.
high off the fumes of a dark empty room and visions of you.
curtains falling
it's a billowing view
late summer nights bring wind from the sea
remind the lonely how cold it is,
or maybe that night mother earth wanted to remind me
how to breathe,
and how you can feel alive if you let the cold hit your cheek;
it was disconcerting
to say the least.
i was listening from the sheets
between the curtains and underneath
each gust of wind
visions of you
walking in the room
i dont know what i believe in,
but i guess it's not you.
silence on dark roads past winding view
all my men have left me
nothing to do
feeling purple & cleaning my room
