Justto the Left of the Last Time We Kissed
just to the left
of the last time
we kissed,
I found you
on Sunday ,
alone and adrift,
in bundles
of
Rhapsodies
fresh from my head,
listening closely
to see if I'm dead.
I think you still care
cause you
played all my tunes,
the ones I composed when
I sat in the ruins,
of that mansion we made
out of
matches and lace
and pieces of smiles
that I
stole
from your face.
encrusted in ripples of
yesterdays'
songs
I'm writing new words
but you won't sing along,
please try to believe in
us
just one more time,
I'm the love of your
life.........................
and you know that
you're
mine.
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