Not Mine

I don’t think he is the one,
For his love lives in a house in the back of his head
Entrenched in old memories
Crying out for the dead,
And he watches her pass every day,
Sailing on harbour wind,
Going going gone
He silently wishes I was that girl
As I twist with pity wearing colours of pearl,
Sitting by fire, looking into his eyes,
No this is not my boy, not mine.

Bears Rebellion 22/04/14

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