Oh, so I was pretty?
Or is this all because of pity?
I was a strong lady?
You're telling them I was dainty?

Tell them I will be remembered
Tell them you didn't get into my head
Tell everyone we were friends
Tell everyone everything false

Oh, so I was beautiful?
I was one of the people who made you whole?
Sweetie, that's alright
I just died. You don't have to lie.

Nonpareil love:

My love for her lavishes on me every moment,
but my longing of reciprocation of love resided in me only for a stint of time,
As I would be the last person on the planet that she wants to love or reply,
She remembers me only when she forgets everything,
I am glad that I exist at her boredom.....
At least she would fill her moments of ennui with one-word replies for me,
Her reply is oft rare,
and the rare is rapacious,
But my unremitting love never ceases to fantasize her replies,
Only to sentient one-word replies or blank replies with the awaiting eyes, schizophrenic mind and destitute sound,
And this sheer life is to her to resonant with her stoic silence,
It takes one lifetime to understand and love someone completely...
So let me disintegrate from this life only after understanding her silence and
only after my love transcends into eternity,
and only after when my love sprawls into her silence,
Even her one word replies rove me rapturously rattling into the rustic mountains of verdurous life and ravine rocks....

So
This is life
So
Watch me flow!

We're lost and yet, we strive to carry on,
to see the sun once more.
But often we  move too fast,
or try to skip ahead.
Even a glance through a book,
can't know what we have read.
Each story cultivates a path,
from beginning to end.
It's a trail true love must follow,
the way that it was penned.
Happy endings are rarely found,
and if no love can then be found,
you'll be alone again.
For if offered love is free,
and it need not be earned,
What merit do you think it has,
when it is not returned?
So if you seek this treasured prize (love),
Here's what you'll have to do.
The love you offer someone else
Must also mean something to you.

I saw a woman today,
She was mysterious,
The Lavish red lipstick
accenting her
black-lined blue eyes
the air of perfume
Mystique,
Unknown to me the taste
Of breath,and lavender
I fall forward into her aura
This pale skinned beauty
Shook me to my bones
And her scarlet dress
sent the waft
Of affluence and European vacations
I'd never get to have
and it made me shiver

She raised a cigarette
With a gloved hand
to her lips and took a drag
This grace,
This angel of a sinner
Looked at me and cocked a perfect eyebrow
Peered round the rest of the party
and asked if I was going to keep staring
Or buy her a drink

I bought her a drink