Silly boy,
that's not me on the other end of your phone line
and that's not how my voice sounds.
Silly boy,
how is that your Christmas tree is decorated when I was not there
and your parents weren't there to catch us
playing catch with our lips?
Silly boy,
that's not my smile tucked away in your eyes
or the scent lingering on your sweat shirt?
Silly boy,
that's not my hand in yours
and that's not my waist your touching.
You silly boy,
that is not my name after your murderous words
"I love you"
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
Silly boy,
that's not me on the other end of your phone line
and that's not how my voice sounds.
Silly boy,
how is that your Christmas tree is decorated when I was not there
and your parents weren't there to catch us
playing catch with our lips?
Silly boy,
that's not my smile tucked away in your eyes
or the scent lingering on your sweat shirt?
Silly boy,
that's not my hand in yours
and that's not my waist your touching.
You silly boy,
that is not my name after your murderous words
"I love you"
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