Thursday, August 29, 2013

08-28 The Other Boy

there's nothing more I can think of to say to you...

the words I have left,
are all fingers,
playing a piano three doors down,

you don't want them anymore,
but I think you need them,

because we know hurt,
there is no innocence in our play.
because we know

you must love me.

for the show to go on,
for the band to return,
for the song to end,

you must, but you can't,
and I can't,
but

listen to these keys,
not because I love you,
but because, we know,

you taught me how to sing,
sparrow, please,

don't forget how.


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