an ancient pain, put to rest

01 Aug 2016 – Someone Else’s Dime

So if by chance it happens that a
woman’s body hides a heart
so infantile, so self-absorbed,
it simply isn’t very smart
to trust the words the mouth
proclaims of great devotion,
deathless love,
you’d best be gone, and quickly,
when the moon turns blood red
up above!

Your love fell like a Springtime rain
the stoney ground refused in rage,
her precious pedestal too fair to let
some mortal love upstage.
Now, after all these years of pain,
you see you only wasted time.
If she decides to grow up it can be
on someone else’s dime.

~

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