I hear her voice behind your screen
She's making a scene
Out of something unimportant
It's getting on my nerves
Her blond hair is shining in the light
Her arms around you in the night
My mouth still feels you
If only you felt it too
You have this apologized look
That you can read me like a book.
You feel sorry but I won't fall again
Not when I still am on your chain.
My voice haunts you around her
I know you hear it like a slur.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
