![]() Love Is Not Found HereA Poem by CarlThe cigarette it burns down As she downs another glass A little unstaedy on her feet Sophistication class Her eyes betray her innocence Her face it hides her fear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
She wakes in his apartment With its city view How many Vodkas did she have last night She'll tell you just a few She reaches for the bottle As the cracks they reappear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
She'll tell you of her childhood And how school days were hell How English was the worst for her Because she couldn't spell The truancy the bitching The price you pay is dear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
She'll tell you of her past life And of all the things she's seen Men and drugs and alcohol And her battle to stay clean She'll tell you of street corners As she wipes away a tear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
She'll pull the coat around her As she tries to compose What life is really like for her And how she slept in last nights clothes And her voice becomes a whisper And her words become unclear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
She'll drink her cup of coffee As her hands begin to shake I see this girl who's just a child How much more can she take Then she'll pull her sleeves down Hoping the marks will disapear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here
The icy wind it feels cold As it blows across my face My heart is heavy within me As I say farewell to Grace I see in her potential But all she sees is despair Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found there
I had a call the other day A body had been found In a building by the lake On a derelict piece of ground "What has this to do with me " "Sir i'm coming to that, In her coat we found a note Thank Carl for the chat "
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1 Review Added on September 14, 2011 Last Updated on September 14, 2011 Author![]() CarlQuality Street - EnglandAboutHi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..Writing
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