Cuz why not? #06

I trace the rain drops down to my windowsill

Waiting for you while I sit still

Working on forgetting you by taking a pill

The only thing I cannot kill

I chase your footprints down the hill

Yeah man you really know how to chill

I see you smoking Dunhill

All the hurt I pour in me with a drill

But my aches to you are nil

The spaces between my fingers I want you to fill

I am too afraid to ask that you will?

Surely in breaking my heart you got a skill.



-M

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