Rambling over cobble stones,
hollering each step.
The sun has set, won't rise again
over your pretty head.
I dreamed you left me all alone,
abandoned, left to stew
among my thoughts - of things I've done
to be treated so by you.
You won't look further, deeper down,
it's up from here on in.
We had our last embrace last year
at 3am with gin.
The only way you'll see me now
is looking down your nose.
I'm left here standing, knowing well
our friendship's been disposed.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Rambling over cobble stones,
hollering each step.
The sun has set, won't rise again
over your pretty head.
I dreamed you left me all alone,
abandoned, left to stew
among my thoughts - of things I've done
to be treated so by you.
You won't look further, deeper down,
it's up from here on in.
We had our last embrace last year
at 3am with gin.
The only way you'll see me now
is looking down your nose.
I'm left here standing, knowing well
our friendship's been disposed.
March 2013
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