and then there was
a flood of tears in secrecy
a questionnaire answered with a silence treat
and then there was
a phoney smile of irony
a double bed with a single sheet
a ceiling mirror with a focus switch
a blackest night
a lack of might
a lower lip’s tiny little twitch
a flood of tears in secrecy
a questionnaire answered with a silence treat
and then there was
a phoney smile of irony
a double bed with a single sheet
a ceiling mirror with a focus switch
a blackest night
a lack of might
a lower lip’s tiny little twitch