whispered promises on bated breath
all lies when spoken in Night’s passion,
the moon making the mind go mad,
just kiss me…
now the morning’s come,
forget my soul,
you’re gone
you’re gone
blown to pieces with your words…
I told you they were lies,
but you didn’t listen to me,
did you?
Ignorant girl.
remembrance of romantic tears,
creation of a memorial in place of our bed;
our tangled sheets becoming
the cover for our graves…
now waiting
waiting
waiting
for you to come back,
when, resting on our down pillows
and your hands finding me once more,
we can watch my loneliness rot.
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