When Love Fails....
Yes it's all about love,
whether we live or die,
whether we laugh or cry.
If you died before your time,
it was about love,
just where,what kind
we may not ever really know
but love has gone and made it so.
your mother died or left or killed
the little heart left unfulfilled,
your lover tore your soul in two
the pain was great and you were blue.
you're much too ugly /strange/too old
to ever have true love enfold,
your wretched //empty /awful self
and so you put you on a shelf
impervious to any chance,
of finding out a true romance.
No one understood or cared
about the marrow that you shared
your very blood and bones you poured,
out to the world and were ignored.
oh God ,that one could stand alone,
not craving flesh and blood and bone
to make us feel we have a place
we have to see it in a face
the face of love that wasn't there
and now you're gone,
we don't know where.
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