Notes.
Twelve little notes
Fly around the sky
I catch one
She catches one
They have been written with mystery
They have been soaked in history.
She muffles the sound
Of the paper ripping
Now there is only eleven
Enigmatic notes
Fluttering around with the wind.
The darkness comes
Straight like a knife into the heart
I needed love from the start
Now I have these notes
In blood
In my pocket
I’ve haven’t read them all yet.
She leaves like the train
She leaves to catch fame
I stand and watch on
Feeling the niggles of disdain.
Now I bury these notes.
