Pawns and paws
Walks with ******,
Along sandy shores.
All lifes chores.
Just a surety.
A holiday romance ,
A gay old dance.
Chucking cheap flowers into ditches
given to woman who're *******.
Chrysalis kisses with lizard lips and swirling hips, riding trips.
Feeling nothing, its cold in her soul.
Something's missing, there's only a whole
Its under her feet,
It's your vacant seat.
Legs elevated, love understated.
Truth overrated.
But, to feel your heart beating again.
Such a sweet thing.
Sipping wine alone as you called me, you're making things fine again.
It's all in my brain.
A sickly stain, of written pain
Painted on the bedroom walls, like waterfalls.
Coated in party foam, memorial to the man in Rome.
(c) Livvi