Unrequited No1
Can she feel my sadness falling from the ceiling as I lay above?
Dripping onto the bed where we once lay entwined together
Her head on my shoulder, my arm around her waist
While she checks out the latest fashion and waits
For the hourglass of our relationship to empty
I’m laying above listening for the slightest tone
For the slightest glimmer of hope
But all I hear is the wind outside the window
And the clock slowly taking time away from me
And my sadness continues to pour from my body
She’ll never understand or remember what she meant
In a few days I’ll be another ex to be filed away as a distant memory
To be brought out occasionally as a lucky escape or an example of a hasty mistake
Seasons will come and go and the leaves will turn brown and fall
And blow away in the wind like her love once did
Oh, by the way, Chris Cornell died today……
