Morte d'Romance
by Lisboa Miraflores
Like an old wine
you drank my heart only to retch
and
scream of the bitter foulities.
You are cheaper than the damnation sins
I
once split my legs for.
Do not lecture me for depth,
I have seen more of
it than you
can bare false witness to.
Oh homeless, shameless
vagrant!
You stole my love and sold it blindly.
Why do you come crawling
across
our fences so? Your knees skim
the ground. I see only
more
blood. Too much! Go home, go
away. I need my peace.
Oh filth of the
soil,
why do you taunt me so?
I said leave! Begone!
Depart from here
like you parted my soul,
oh Moses of the heart.
Will you raise a Noah from
my rain
and try to drown me once more?
Do not speak to me of
romance,
the word tastes like death upon your tongue.
You tempt me with
the posion drug love.
Desert me now and begone
before I am gone from
myself.
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