Jazz Interlude

Now I’m lying down to sleep and troubled dreams are all I find,

Nowhere to hide in wakeful darkness,

The ceiling a canvas, for my mind.

 

Twisted shadows leap and claw,

A nightly reminder of what you did,

Haunted by memories of what I saw.

 

Your mother never taught you,

How to treat a girl,

Or how to live in the big wide world.

 

But that’s no excuse.

 

For breaking my heart.

The End

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