Slow descending salted tear I did not ask you to be here
nor circumstance which does appear for which you to my face adhere

I’m no longer quite the man no will possess to what I can
my destiny got up and ran and hollowed out a life to span

so much of all in floods I miss a hand in hand a unique kiss
a portent of impending bliss that all the negatives dismiss

when many times our smiling broad the closeness hours did oft afford
where virtue indeed its own reward has now been swiftly put to sword

for now the colours still have their name but vibrancy is not the same
I have not the chance even to claim that any other might be to blame

perhaps when passed this veil of dark a life (of sorts) one might embark
no more for sounds of her to hark nor time to run upon her mark

will pictures have much less a wrench whilst muddied thoughts might lose their stench
and elegance so chic and French may not be solely her entrench

I need not telling of where to start though others try it to impart
be still therefore my beaten heart as rent it is and torn apart

Song Of The Day ~ Dodgy – Melodies Haunt You
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