When was the last time a man spilled some ink
for you,
I know at the beach he made you trot with one
shoe,
It was all fun and romantic when he drew the
tattoo,
Of a unicorn and a buffalo slow dancing in the
zoo,
You gently whispered you loved him and his
voodoo,
I never had any mechanism to enrapture your
heart,
When he drove you around in the darkest street,
My ploy was poetic but you always fell for dark
myths,
And you loved the tradition of men with beads,
I've been singing the mantra hoping you'll get
the hint,
Your sweet memories are now dead and gone,
Of you flicking the cigarette on his back bone,
When you never had an ash tray at the lawn,
Yesterday you knocked on my door before dawn,
You said I'm sorry I had your poems withdrawn,
But I love you and wouldn't wish to live alone.