Crows on Her Windowsill

Black as the crows that sit upon her windowsill
which each already has a name
Black like her silhouette over the cemetery gate
where I'd take her on a date
Oh, my baby's dressed in black
That's how she dresses every day
Black like the magic that she used to have me standing still
right in the palm of her hand
Black like the bleak and moonless winter nights
when I fall down to the bottom of her eyes
So I guess I'll dress in white
when she gets to be my bride
Black like the cat from her favorite Poe and favorite pet
Her little belladonna sage
Black, just pitch black, how my days would be if we hadn't met
Oh, my love is dressed in black
Black just like a heart attack
-------------------------
just a silly little song
some may find it relatable
the guys with their goth sweethearts, particularly

[@sofiajacom3568]

🖤