"Left-hand Side"
How do you sleep at night
Do you rest alone and cold
Or does he take up my space
In your bed, in your mind?
A path of blood and bones
You carelessly walk
Holding another's hand
Trying not to damage
Either of your shoes
Warm lights now shine
Colours of slate and granite
Hitting my eyes like a brick
Once I see you together
No regard for forethought
It doesn't matter anymore
You love feeling the blood
Of absent apologies
Underneath your feet
I'll write music
And keep my own peace
Hiding underneath headphones
Hiding in my art;
Erotic walls of pride
I'm a good boy
When angels sing for you
Hot breath fills the air
Conflicted tears pour
Over our memories.
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