Winter skies loom dark as sun follows Day into the blanket of night I am the child left staring At sprawling city night skies, The orange glow a halo of nothing And he? Well - He’s with his new friend now, With the pretty blue eyes But I have eyes too I too, two eyes. Too wise to cry once more over you Wicked man. If you plucked me from the roots of which I was made, If you took me from the roost we had made, Then no more. Roots they grow again, the roost is there In my mother’s Room.
Reason for writing:
Being dumped in London - the lonliest feeling ever, even if you aren't in love
Birth sign: Cancer
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