Monday, 28 April 2014

If You Were To Call

Let your sad tears fall 
from your pretty face.
I won't turn around this time.
Allow the door to close, 
I won't be coming back
Now you've let it shut.

I walk down the street 
with hands in pockets
Fingers memorise house keys 
I won't need any more;
I'll change in a heartbeat
If you were to call.

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