I Will Not Cry Over Spilled Silk

I WILL NOT CRY OVER SPILLED SILK

‘twas perfectly fair what the fair lady had to say
And so I grieve not her making her away
Look………she tried
But a junkie’s tracks cannot be belied
Yes, I can be verbose so I don’t at all blame her
Because that would be an utter shame for her
She’s too mercurial a soul to put up with too much for too long
And the lady wasn’t wrong 
I’m like a curse
That only gets worse
It festers, it bleeds, it oozes steaming tar and flat champagne
And if I haven’t, as yet, made myself plain
The lady gave it her all
But sooner or later some statues must fall
So before erosion effects the figurine of a lady whose words touch me so
Even I know the lady must go
                                 ,    © 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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