A Billie Holiday Number
I sit by the window.
The sea is grey, distant.
My fingers are cold,
though the cup between them steams.
You’re next to me,
eyes on the table.
I should be warm,
but I’m not.
Oh where has my love gone?
He leaves me blue…
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this is so GANGSTER! …to place your lover’s eyes on the table between yall after he treats you cold?!?!
thats what it means to truly be in love. i greatly enjoy this.
ain’t always easy to be warm
…even in the middle of august