Inspired by "Nighthawks" a painting by Edward Hopper.
Flames of melancholy
I found your name in melancholy
burning in the flames
it was your love you gave to me
but nothing stays the same.
I'm sitting at a night hawk's bar
retreating from the day
yes my glass is always full
Is it better any other way?
I'm waiting for the sky to break
on a night that only condemns
all the time looking back
just looking forward to the end.
And in between every bottle
and the empty glass I fill
just broken pieces of my heart
that I fail to keep concealed.
© Rik - 26/07/2008
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2008-07-28 at 03:48
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