Sexy sorrow
Monday mirror mourning music
Silent singing sorrow sounds
Sold again and sore
Bought in a bar
Our sivilised hore
On her back in his car
Poor pirate plesure
turnes to grief
Finding no treasure
no relief
Tears from our troubled one, tanned in her tanga
Poor payment for her pose
Sweet attention in the moment
is fairly enough to buy her rose
Monday miror music scan
Her sad sorry heart in a can
Slices of advices, choose them by dices
when the game starts all over again
Body borrowed
Soul in a cage
Hope of escape
fades with her age
Monday mirror never more
Love has washed ashore
Love she couldn't buy through sex
love is not lust reflex
Songs of grief and dying dreams
are pictures from the past
Sex and men were short to live
but love might let them last
Poetry by Anna Rosa Lossius
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 23:01
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