Visfit (seeminglytragic) wrote,
Visfit
seeminglytragic

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the upstairs room

I love it all. These games we play. I close my eyes, You run away... I'm sure I asked you to stay, but now you're gone. And so I feel the grey pulse in my head. I turn off the lights and crawl into bed. I try to think of sunshine, but my body goes wet with the first crash of thunder.
I don't think I can know anyone but you, that's for sure. When it gets to four it's my turn to go. Oh the kiss, so alcoholic and slow. Arranging me for Saturday, I thought you would know that I always sleep alone. I don't think I can love anyone but you, dear, that's for sure. The upstairs room is cool and bright. We can go up there in summer and dance all night.
Your sister started talking at a minute after ten, so everyone jumped up and then fell over again. In April you can join them and stare at me... At the ghost from your past.
I don't think I can love anyone but you, dear, that's for sure. That's for sure.
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