Saturday, 27 June 2015

The Hard Days

On the hard days
When my bed is empty but the walls are not
Stained with us
When sleep wraps his arms around me
instead of yours
My mind is restless, just like that night
I must have known you wouldn't stay
On the hard days
I take the key I left for you
from under the doormat
Lock myself up again
Just for now

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