A Song

Your Haunted Head

The blackest eyes I've ever seen like moonstones shine
And all the while behind the dancing eyes the boy crying.
He creeps like ivy on the stairs, you know I liked him then
When we would sit and drink for hours and watch the sidewalk spin.
No no no.

I don't wanna hear your secrets.
I don't share your pain.
I don't wanna know about the wrinkles in your bed
And I don't wanna know about the ghost inside your haunted head,
Inside your haunted head.

I don't need your tragedy and I won't share the blame
You can't keep your promises, you just keep naming names
He laid his troubles out to me like a deck of playing cards,
Well don't you know that I can tell the kings and jokers well apart.
No no no.
GrannyGumps GrannyGumps
51-55, F
1 Response Jul 25, 2007

I enjoyed reading this. My only quibble is -- if there is a ghost in his head, the fact that it's haunted seems obvious and we don't need to be told it is.