Look at those sketches
You’re right
That’s my music room at home
Me playing the guitar and all
Those are my friends
Been with me through thick and thin
Those blank faces and naïve smiles
All dizzy with smoke and drink
When we found us
Something just collapsed in between
That day I felt it again
Something was collapsing again
I am never the same again
They are never the same again
We are never the same again
We sure had a good time
A painting, a mere painting
Faces that speak the truth
Gazers that read the truthMe, and me alone, that knows the truth
2 comments:
But yeah, good to see that u have started to blog and all. Happy blogging...:-)
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