She will have to share my pain
A basement bargain for all these games
Scot free negligence in all its bliss
Where shifty endeavors always miss.
Dried up county once felt so lush
Now feels of ghost town, no daily rush
Just intuition as a catch-all funnel
For personal values and hidden tunnels.
Replacement heart now falling through
Emotions like sky, now fade to blue
Just biding time till death do us part
My soul, the target. Her words, the dart.
But that soul was cryin’ when first we met
Now those tears paint pictures I can’t forget
While her memory haunts me from atop a shelf.
I decline in darkness all by myself.