Sian Kyle Poems

He’s sitting at his desk, half-dead, his bloodshot eyes half-closed,
He’s thinking he’d be better dead, his features uncomposed.
She’s closing the door silently, trying hard not to be heard,
It really wouldn’t do if an “accident” occurred.
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If there was no tomorrow,
And the world ended today,
Would I really speak my mind,
Would I know what to say?
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I’ll sing a little song for you
A song to make you smile
I’m sorry baby that I’m gone
I might be quite a while
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I see him scream, but do nothing,
I see him cry, but do nothing,
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So even though you’re not here now
And you won’t be here again
I carve our names into the wall
And forget about the pain.
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Nothing’s black and white anymore, it’s just a hundred thousand shades of grey
I live in a world where nothing’s as it seems, it’s kill or be killed
Always on the run from some invisible hunter hiding round the corner
Nothing’s ever simple, there’s always complications and twists
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