When the song is over

When the song is over,
And the melody is long gone,
Then you’d wonder when alone,
White lips of a long-dead lover

But something would gnaw at your mind,
Something sinister in your memories,
A trace of poison, a mockery
Of love, thought to be deaf and blind

And then you’d know
It was your song that kept you alive,
And not the love


Author: Mitostargazer

I read. I write. I listen.

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