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…
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…
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