Winter, Autumn, Summer, Spring by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

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SINGAPORE CONDOM CLOVE

 

Why are you still torturing me

Can't you see

the pain-waves erupted in me like a volcano

You played the last goodbye on our marriage-piano

 

Every 3 or 6 months your voice will be on the line

Do I wear an idiot sign

Your heart turned into stone

You didn't even give me a warning-loan

 

I was still a child when we wed

I slept on a thorn-knife bed

You turned to shadow sky

Your Pelican-vows became a lie

 

Stone-words were your love-words to me

I nearly drowned in your cheater's-sea

Still I ploughed along, hoping for a miracle

Our golden marriage path turned satirical

 

I never expected you to be perfect

A plastic-glass face gave you a HIV/AIDS erect

All I wanted was your true love

You wore a Singapore condom clove

 

My heart contracted arsenic

Your selfish heart was never parsonic

My heart is now set in cold marble

Your love for me was only an artificial-garble