
I wish I could tell her perhaps she can read
my thoughts,
I see how she flirts with all the wealthy men
thinking this is my ticket,
She is so young so beautiful yet filled with
misconceptions,
I wish she could see by the paleness of
my skin the weariness of my eyes and
the fact I sit alone,
That I was once her but now fragile
my bottle of xanax my soul companion
now forgotten for another meeting which
only means a mistress.





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