The room were once
He hung his coat
Now seems cold
The air is old.
A prisoner of her silence.
Coffee table and a glass
A poster she tucked away
So full of lies
Her fearful sighs
A prisoner of her silence.
The bed and mirror
Reflect regrets
Her smile that loved
Now sublets
A prisoner of her silence.
In that memory
A bitter taste
The Sixties girl
Left to wait
A prisoner of her own ego.