leave your dead heart <br /> <br />at the door <br /> <br />keep your language in check <br /> <br />to them, a simple joke <br /> <br />could be a knife to the <br /> <br />neck <br /> <br />don't laugh <br /> <br />it isn't funny <br /> <br />all the stories <br /> <br />she tells <br /> <br />she's heard about your name <br /> <br />and she's giving you <br /> <br />hell <br /> <br />....a few hours later <br /> <br /> <br />she's turning at the door <br />smile dripping with delight <br />and her mouth starts <br /> <br />chirping <br /> <br />'you know? ... <br /> <br />it's too bad you won't <br /> <br />remember this'<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chirping-4/
