Her Spouse
her spouse must be an rose
the titanic was just an boat
on through the weep sea water flows
sinking on mine every note that floats
cloud me line me sink me deep
garden oh garden from roses thorn
watch me as tenderly my tears seep
learning me past the point
of
mourn
oh director of stars
oh director
of
stars
take me from your closet
lead me through your room
as you wizard
of
oz-it
stray
your
lovers
consumed
i
am
this
i
am
that
999th
life
of
every
cat
trading
partial whiskers
for more than
an
mouse
she lets me
love her
past her spouse
?
...
..
.
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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