The noise
The noise The window dust sitting in dismay The curtains gazing to be drawn The noise of her absence banging in my head A nightmare or is she really gone! Feeling her, meddling with my strings Hearbeat running haywire She held me on the blink Made a boo our of my esoteric attire What words cannot define She's beautiful of that sort Summer in her soul, winters at her paws Spring in her voice, fall once she's gone My spring dead and burried My summer over and done I guess 'the winter is coming' Cause She set the fall on!