Her poetry
holds me in grace
I followed her sonnet
She vanished without a trace
Drowning in her favorite liquor  
Inhaling a desired drag
Lost in her novel
Why are you so sad?

She only like roses that are dead
Night-mirrors and visions playing in her head
Prefers to never sleep in an empty bed
Oh woman of poetry I see the pain you bled

Comfortable in the dark
Sunset begins her day
Anxious from the start
When will we feel ok?
Empty train with a flask
Hoping to **** all the pain
It is a hell of a task
Some memories forever stain