The Darling

The darling girl who was so sweet to me

Look how quickly she has fallen into misery

Like Babylon’s best harlot for turning tricks

Burning down what we were beyond a fix

My darling girl who has bewitched you to be so petty?

Throwing pity parties all alone with cheap confetti

I would have saved us but you locked me out so tightly

Not even the hand of God can soften you even slightly

Who was she you may ask as I wax on poetically

She’s not much more now than a mere memory, pathetically

Could she haunt me in the afterlife I do inquire

Perhaps more morbid writing she could inspire

My darling girl is dead as history

Her resting place just a mystery

Goodbye to my darling girl the muse of my heartache

Remember in the end it is I that you did forsake

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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