in her secret life



Where are you?

Where are you now dear?

Above the sky blue or under the water clear?

Though your love is truly sincere,

your heart will never be near.



Hey, babe! Are you there?

Well, it’s nothing…

just last night, I got a nightmare-

that I could no longer touch your silky hair

and we would no longer be a pair.

I woke up, heart crying in despair.


Dear, you must know you are awfully rare.

Though I know, we’re standing on a broken chair,

losing you?

I’m not sure if I can bear.

This love, a mess that can’t be repaired.


Damn…I miss you,

and the flare in your stare.



My man is a morning star

falling from the bluest sky afar.

“Thy, who you are?”

I asked in the smoke of a tired bar.

He put off his darkest smoking tar.

“I am your scar!”,

replied he.

His voice echoed

in the last drum of jazz.

Christmas Eve.

Will you miss me on Christmas Eve?

When your kids are running around a Christmas tree;

and your wife is being busy roasting a turkey for the whole family_

When songs of Christmas that you once played for me

are echoing merrily holy melodies,

lifting your soul, making you happy.

Are you still

thinking of me

on Christmas Eve?


I’m giving you my rhyme

but not my time.

How can I?

when our love is a crime.



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