A small poem or song that I want to continue sometime. Looking for inspiration.
the clock strikes twelve,
and she's sleeping in his shirt
her hands wrapped around his waist
his head numb with a headache
and she's led there, still
his eyes close at one,
her head resting on his chest
thoughts swarming in her head
sleeping in another bed
and she's led there, still
her heart aches at two,
emptiness in her head
phosphene colours in her sight
the sheets whitened in the light
and she's led there, still
his lungs fill at three,
breathing in the smoke
his fragile lungs over capacity
elbows resting on the balcony
and she's led there, still
her eyes open at four,
a pounding in her head
an empty space where he slept
returning the feeling of neglect
and she's led there, still
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