Growing Old

Your songs
still sing
in my ear.
They sting
like alcohol
on a burn.
You left,
without a turn,
but I was right
as soon you'll learn.

Take another shot,
but the taste will stay.
Pretend it had to be
this way.
Nights get cold
under lonely sheets
and the air grows thick
over darkened streets.
Let your heart be fooled,
let it skip those beats.

Close your eyes
to sleep.
Hold your secrets
to keep:
truths never
to unfold,
trapped behind teeth,
growing old,
all those loves
you never told.

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Seven for a secret, never to be told.








"Fooled by the night and drinking the poison, enough to get right. Then to freeze frame vision." - Minus the Bear Fooled by the Night

"I see the housing glow, the skyline of cheap gold and crooked teeth I will call home for the day or so." - Frightened Rabbit Housing (In)