Not reality
A passing thought
Fancied notion
Me,
Melancholy muse
I'll sing for you
Dance for you
Play my strings for you
But you can never know me,
I am courtesan of the night
Lady of secrets
My soul is but a piece less than yours
Unwhole,
Ebony,
With scarlet bleeding through its cracks
You may touch my skin
Kiss my liquored lips
Unbind my hair,
But you will Never KNOW me
I exist only in the reflection of a tear drop
Soon to evaporate