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Original
Sin
The smell of cologne lingers after the dance
the brush of the hair the lingering glance
the petty formality the dropping of tone
I’ll call you my lovely as soon as I’m home
The tapping of shoes across the wood floor
The minute it ended I was such a bore
My mascara smudged, my lipstick askew
My hair a bit messy, my eyes not as blue
The light in the room now showing my age
I think at this moment he did disengage
The room is now hollow alone in my thoughts
My spirit again borrowed and bought
Waiting on recognition denied
Believing the lovely sensuous lies
The light growing dimmer
As dawn is to break
My soul growing thinner from every mistake
My clarity leaves me my blood running thin
Impossible, wicked original sin.
The Flight Of Youth
Forever gone the light of youth
Bewitching in its languid way
soul trembles, it begins to pale
As life's last breath we all exhale
Bitter winds do dance in vain
Inside ourselves we do not change
This face it fades and wears away
Our love for self becomes our pain
Oh, body you've become my tomb
From which all memories exhumed
Come cast aside what once had been
So bittersweet and lovely then
All laughter that had once been known
So far away it echoes now
Oh, beauty be my cross to bear
to hear the words you are so fair
Release me from this twist of fate
A women's soul for time to take
As youth decides to take her flight
No longer a mirror's delight
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