Twisted Flowers of Malcontent
The autumn leaves fell from amber skies
And the wind it blew from a mystical place.
But when I spit to the ground; the wind blew it around;
And now it hangs here in my face.
We walked through the garden of roses and daisies;
Reeling in the luster of loves after glow;
When she stooped down to smell; not everything went well;
The daisy smelled like dung but perhaps you know.
In a rainstorm together we walked; singing love songs to each other;
One day I confessed my love; she said I feel the same as you
But a car came along; now my baby’s gone;
And I wound up with the flue
We did everything right; she was my lover with exquisite green eyes;
The way I cared for her made me wonder if I ever knew love before
And now what ever I do; I can’t forget her eyes
And THAT’S poetic justice; and there seems to be nothing more.
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