We faded like fragments
White bed sheet tales now
We used to smoke like trains
I think I can, I think I can.
Ashed in each others hearts once or twice
But I didn't mind
With the sunlight on your face
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
I crept across the sheets
Looking at you hungrily
Your eyes danced down my back
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
We collided without a sound
I watched your lips part
And muffled murmurs were all that escaped
Hush little baby, don't say a word.
But those tales are only tales
And these white sheets are empty now
I don't know why you left me
How I wonder where you are.
But I mourn for you like a dying lover
And while I do,
I long for another, to take your place
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. All dressed in black, black, black.
Yet no one aside from you,
Has taken the time to look inside
So, slowly, I find myself emptying
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
And so I wait. And I remember.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
We faded like fragments
White bed sheet tales now
We used to smoke like trains
I think I can, I think I can.
Ashed in each others hearts once or twice
But I didn't mind
With the sunlight on your face
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
I crept across the sheets
Looking at you hungrily
Your eyes danced down my back
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
We collided without a sound
I watched your lips part
And muffled murmurs were all that escaped
Hush little baby, don't say a word.
But those tales are only tales
And these white sheets are empty now
I don't know why you left me
How I wonder where you are.
But I mourn for you like a dying lover
And while I do,
I long for another, to take your place
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. All dressed in black, black, black.
Yet no one aside from you,
Has taken the time to look inside
So, slowly, I find myself emptying
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
And so I wait. And I remember.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
I'm sorry that I only write of sad things.
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