1. To the man who never turns off his window fairy lights.
His stars were magic,
Face of immortality -
Our light dies with us.
2. To the man who never closes his curtains
Hollow and broken
A wailing demand for love
Heard by few but some.
3. To the housewife in 104b
The bruises will heal
Foetal on the kitchen floor,
Grasping tight the hilt.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
1. To the man who never turns off his window fairy lights.
His stars were magic,
Face of immortality -
Our light dies with us.
2. To the man who never closes his curtains
Hollow and broken
A wailing demand for love
Heard by few but some.
3. To the housewife in 104b
The bruises will heal
Foetal on the kitchen floor,
Grasping tight the hilt.