I have been dead for many years;
entombed in a mausoleum
of viscera and rigid bones.
There were no prayers or eulogy
spoken on my worthless behalf.
Within the tomb lies a stone-cold,
dead heart and a extinguished soul.
Both suffered a long, lonely death;
its cause was flagrancy and strife;
until one day she came along
with an amorous kiss of life
that resurrected my remains
infused them with vitality
and a different man was reborn.
Music jogs my memories, sonnets sock their toes,
where parts are missing holes are filled with frilled and fancy flows.
Sometimes sadness lurks where repetition works,
and overplaying certain songs will draw out nasty smirks,
not smiles that represent the happiest of times,
memories that weaken knees can compliment cruel rhymes
about weakness and flagrancy, lies and bitter spite,
where fools fought faithfully to fix an idea that was trite,
neither won, in fact both lost and still continue thus,
so now what songs will soothe a reignited, unrequited fuss?
I’m left with decent tunes to tempt me on a lonesome night,
where cigarettes and darkness fuse into a muse, I might,
replay certain parts, but then again why reinforce a dark despair?
In new playlists I’ll make sure certain songs are never there.