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deaf hands and bruised ears
It's a white-walled day
Not made for honesty
I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Loneliness is my only friend
So why wont the phone stop ringing?
There's a madness
In your voice
It smells like desperation
A bruising tone on my ears
Don't tell me why he left you
We're all a little bit mental
My cheeks blood-bitten
With the secrets
We never promised to keep
Because I don't know how to be here
When I'm already gone
Tired of talking
Into your deaf hands
And expecting them to shine
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Not made for honesty
I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Loneliness is my only friend
So why wont the phone stop ringing?
There's a madness
In your voice
It smells like desperation
A bruising tone on my ears
Don't tell me why he left you
We're all a little bit mental
My cheeks blood-bitten
With the secrets
We never promised to keep
Because I don't know how to be here
When I'm already gone
Tired of talking
Into your deaf hands
And expecting them to shine
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Published 21st Apr 2014
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21st Apr 2014 2:50pm
Powerful and intense! ... I love that the protagonist Is resigned to certain realities but can't understand why others don't accept their fate
Bravo!
Bravo!
struggling emotions never boiling down to the pragmatic worldly terms...loved the last stanza that moves me intense, esp.its first two verses. v.affecting read!
23rd Apr 2014 7:28pm
