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lady

so lady,
i talk to you today,
what happened to the shy smile when i used to ask you out,
what happened to the makeup that you spread about,
what happened to the red lips that you used to pout,
when you smile today,
all i see is doubt,
the woman i married, has flown back to her cocoon,
the woman that once was a cartoon,
is now a mourner in all her gloom,
so lady,
what happened to the jokes that made you laugh,
what happened to the talk that made you tough,
what happened to the love you never had enough,
for lady,
i see a shadow so forlon and in the distance,
i see a woman so lost in the darkness,
i see a woman who so abhors the light,
i see a woman who is just about to lose a fight,
when i look at you lady,
i see a hand that waves in farewell,
i see a wall that mocks and jeers help away,
i see a woman who cries for help but turns away when it breaches her wall,
i see a woman who has slid far beyond the reach of my frail fingertips,
so lady,
i don't in you see the woman i married,
lady,
to you i beseech,
open your heart, and your eyes,
see those you kill, with all your lies,
for out here someone dies,
when he dreams of someone else,
in your thighs,
so lady,
reach out to the darkest abbyses,
stretch your fingertips to the foggiest of mirrors,
and there,
the man who married you stays,
hoping that the lady he married to
will wake up and love him too,
for here,
he cries all the night through,
so lady,
my poetry's so vague,
but lady,
my love is way above presentation,
and my care way beyond enumeration,
lady,
i rest my case now
 

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