Love Is Not Found Here

Love Is Not Found Here

A Poem by Carl

The 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 "

 

© 2011 Carl


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