By frontman_ph
Date: 2009 Sep 09
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hopelessly hoping

soon, a little more of this,
been curling near the fireplace.

will something ever change
if i write about this?
no, just no,
i know that so well now.

there's another note to the fire,
to the fire slowly dying,
that tiny pieces of paper ain't resurrecting.
there's nothing to resurrect now
just dying embers.

always left my door open for you
but winter's nearing, threatening,
and it's getting cold
so goodbye, love, i'm locking the door.

the spare key's under the mat
but who am i kidding?