wearing black

you always wear black don’t you?

at least she’d noticed me I thought

don’t you ever wear colours?

thinking take me home make me all yours

you can dress me in any shade you like

the strong silent type eh?

it’s just I got nothing to say

I’m not picking apart your clothing choice

you wear what you wear I don’t care

& I’ll go about my day

what a rotten thing to say you don’t care

I could hear her words floating

as I gently walked away

understanding clear

when a man in black has a funeral to go to

the lady did not give much reason to stay

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