Decompose I

 Decomposition is such a slow process.

At the heart

  That's the start

    skips a beat

   Fall to your feet.

  Pray oh pray

  that he goes away.

   Your feelings stray

   and yet you stay.

   Foolish Girl.

  He needs      space.

    But just a taste

 of air to breath

   on the Eve

  of disaster.

   Heart break falters.

 Tears   oh   Tears

 Outweigh fears.

  Dreams are mares.

    Gallop without terror.

  He without care

   Becomes the barer

  of bad news

 whispered in pews.

     He'll never go away,

    you can't send him away.

  Foolish Girl.

A dove freed, with no destination, I confess.

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