January 24, 2015

In the night.



I seat near the kitchen
hear the radio playing
some sort of strange song
(Love is strange)

As I listen
all the words hit my ears
I see your picture
and cry silent tears.

Is mad
to be in love with someone else.

When you are around with him
She is in love with me.
But you know as well as I do
I can never think of anyone but you.

All my life.


A. .

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