Twisted Flowers of Malcontent

The autumn leaves fell from amber skies And the wind it blew from a mystical place. But when I spit to the ground; the wind blew it around; And now it hangs here in my face. We walked through the garden of roses and daisies; Reeling in the luster of loves after glow; When she stooped down to smell; not everything went well; The daisy smelled like dung but perhaps you know. In a rainstorm together we walked; singing love songs to each other; One day I confessed my love; she said I feel the same as you But a car came along; now my baby’s gone; And I wound up with the flue We did everything right; she was my lover with exquisite green eyes; The way I cared for her made me wonder if I ever knew love before And now what ever I do; I can’t forget her eyes And THAT’S poetic justice; and there seems to be nothing more.