The Lady Old Lady

The Lady, old lady

And all that’s left is the scent of your cheap cologne.
And I am here in paradise alone
I will take my two bit knowledge
and my seventeen pieces of a heart that once was whole.

Walking the streets of youth and hope and
mine is floating down a drain washed away by the tears and sweat.
And all I have left is that scent that raped by essence.

You there with a pot belly a cocky grin and a perfect girl.
I walk with wild eyes and wild hair
memorizing, digitalizing immortalizing
the thing that was once pure.

Chewing my nails to the core for you and me and no more.
The night with her loneliness engulfs my head and the kids on the streets drunk with vanity and time
If life was only a recorder…..rewind…rewind….

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