agatha christie orjales


Misery Needs Company

The sounds of her violin amerce from my mind, it sounds like her
favorite childhood lullaby,
Another night dinner for one
Another night in a place with no love
Another night with sorrow and despair
Another night with silence in the air
Another night of a forged smile
Another night knowing I won’t feel happiness for a while
Another night of talking to myself

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