new delhi blues
she slammed the door
her back to my face
there's nothing to discuss, she very distantly said
unsat, the blue sofa cold
undrunk coffee in the pot
what's the need for words when the feeling's dead
got to get going
when the going's good
love ain't forever
play the next song
2 comments:
you've said it all.
to praise it would be to burden your verse.
Oh, the heartache there!
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