Jan 29
Remember we’d climb to the roof, playing that old card game Now when I look at the moon, I swear that she says your name
You ask me her favourite flower, cos I know something you don’t Fresh faced forever now You tell me you’ll call, but you won’t. I claw at the bathroom mirror, screaming he was only young Learning just how to live, sharp like his mother's tongue You’re owed your twilight years, but now you know something I don’t If love could've saved, it would now the unshared joy dies with you