Dangerous Flirtations
Unfulfilled, underfed
By life, by your love,
Am I better off dead?
Fly away little dove.
I am a mess you see.
My life is chaos.
Could I just cease to be?
I feel there is just cause.
The ground it slips away.
And I just don't care.
Will I rejoice the day
When I die in my lair?
I make the days go by.
Dates, I rarely keep.
I do things on the sly,
Like drink myself to sleep.
I'd like to lock the door
On these dark secrets.
To be happy once more,
And to not have regrets...
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