Lost in a world of the author's making,
Coffee and tea
Are the good company since twenty
Laying on the rotten floorboards
With fictions clutched to chest
Teary eyes,
Sober lips,
Storms and rainy night are singing
Past 12,
And you realized,
The sound of the piano ;
The pauses between the notes
That's where your heart resides.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:13 AM UTC
Lost in a world of the author's making,
Coffee and tea
Are the good company since twenty
Laying on the rotten floorboards
With fictions clutched to chest
Teary eyes,
Sober lips,
Storms and rainy night are singing
Past 12,
And you realized,
The sound of the piano ;
The pauses between the notes
That's where your heart resides.
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