Matthew Ryan
Still Part Two
In the house of the lie we were livingYou lost your tongue, and in my touch I lost all feelingI saw the sun falling small upon your shoulderI lit your smoke, we barely spoke, the days got colderI took my things to a flat in the suburbsI put your ring in the folds of a long verseNow your blue scarf, your green eyes, the great sadnessThey often dwell, recall and swell a wild tempestI can't hold you, but I'm still kissing youI don't want to, but I'm still missing youStill, I carry you stillI guess I always willIn these hours that unwind with such effortAmid this hoax that swirls and floats upon the weatherSome hearts get numb 'til they become frozen hopelessBut this I swear, I will live there beyond this slownessI feel my sleep on the verge of a bright dreamWhere all is well and cherry light warms a dark streetAnd there your hand will fall to mine, safe with comfortAnd there your lips will rise to me 'til they whisperI can't hold you, but I'm still kissing youI don't want to, but I'm still missing youStill, I carry you stillI guess I always will
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