Night and
Day
if this is
music then i'd kill myself
but
he's so damn cute when he sings at the back of the car
trying to reach my ears
trying to reach my heart
sharing his views, sharing his part
sharing his bottle of wine
the way we did before sharing our dreams
it was so sunny
it was so disgusting
i thought we'd stop being funny
i thought we had stopped
being
he has been gone he has been wrong he has been shitty
he has been violent he has been concupiscent he has been weary
i have been more than all that
i've paid for being his black cat
saying woe was my fault
when i hadn't said a word
too afraid of the power of voice
too afraid of the power of tears
if words are music then i could make myself
a little
more
beautiful
in his eyes.
© me.
For
Guillaume Krin.