Longtime and all i have is this picture in a frame

captured you, but you're wearing off

You're still a pure gold lady and i am still a mule

Love to write but i'm searching for a muse

i always win ,always lose,

devotion's not needed and beauty's not required

and what we had was

just crippled love

poison your tears for



your song, your plan, your years



She wipes out thouroughly, leaves bits