This Life’s Getting Old

Accessories

Things belonging to me in the way

Never to hear the words I say

Always better you can do

Nothing to you but a shrew

My body needed, satisfied you are

Emotionless after, light a cigar

Tossed aside no second thought

Feelings of loss as I rot

With pain comes vehemence a woman I am

Scorned again, life’s just a scam

No longer do I wish to play

Shortly I will have my better day

 


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