She Doesn't live here anymore
Icy fingers on every heart
Chill breezes through the willows
Lips clench tight when we’re apart
Satin sheets neath silken pillows
Empty hearts, open doors
Shadow dancers upon the walls
She doesn’t live here anymore
Sigh of breezes, through empty halls
Tattered papers, tarnished rings
Bittersweet memories, troubled mind
Discarded emotions, long lost things
Too many whiskies, sweet cherry wine
Time without reasons
Today into tomorrow
Years without seasons
I’m a man of constant sorrow
poem by David Whalen
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