Lucy's Love, Lost

Title says it all.

Now that you're alone again,

Rest your pleasure on some stranger's bed;

You're getting prettier, Baby, but not sweet again, today.


Don't waste your breath on undead sonnets,

Because words are sexier than cowards;

And your heart will choke if you swallow.


Awaken to what digs deepest,

Lips crack and bones ache for some longing;

Blood is seeping fast, Darling, but not fast enough.


Don't waste your patience on nothing left,

Because it's the meaning of some life;

And your irony will justify if you keep from falling.


Now that you're alone again;

Lie your restless song in some stranger's grave.

You're getting warmer, Love, but not alive again, today.

The End

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