“THE SMELL OF YOUR HAIR” 29 Jan 01

You loved me like an angel
I thought we could walk on water
and all those cliches
dripfed on television dreams
love is all you need
on collapsing housing schemes
I grew wings and walked on air
with you
now someone else knows
the smell of your hair
looks at the telephone
your number, he thinks, my lover
and words I heard for me
now turn to him

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