I'm so sick and tired of singing the same song. <br />It’s summer and it’s raining on us baby, <br />How high are we today? <br />Pretty, all lit up, <br />I don’t need to jump. <br />The rings got smaller and boy you know, <br />My hips can’t get through anymore. <br />Maybe they’re fit for another woman. <br />And no sugar blue, these diamonds were made for these slender fingers of mine, <br />Like your last pack of cigarettes, I’m keeping them. <br />Palm trees shade my black heart, <br />Only eyelash silhouettes speak in the orange dawn. <br />Sitting by swampy green pools and I’m not alone, <br />Neither are you my dear friend, we’d like to think so. <br />Hat down, gotch your cool shades on, <br />Cigar dwindling on your sour lips, <br />For no reason other than a gangster fantasy. <br />You stand there handsome and jazzy like Elvis, <br />In his blue suede shoes. <br />And you say often, cause you know it sounds sweet to my ears: <br />Thank you, thank you very much darlin’. <br />This time you do not get to leave the building. <br />This time I’m taking you down. <br />Our darkest desires arising, <br />I softly sing hush hush, my love, <br />In the grey morning sky of nothing dreamy. <br />I reach for your hundred dollar bills, <br />Gasping, I sing for glory. <br />There's nothing more glamorous than an innocent bad girl, <br />Lined with gold and white hearts. <br />I get so damn tired <br /> singing the same song.<br /><br />Leah Ayliffe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overcast-song/
