PaU # 7124-8722 N.L Jr.-N.L 2013


DEATHBED OF ROSES ON HIS PILLOW

I no longer exist
The thought of me
Just a glimmer
New fading moons

July's December
Nothing he misses
Zeros in the red
I no longer exist

His lover changes the linen three times a day
Gives less than a damn what I have to say
Tellin' him to hurry up naughty wants to play

I'm the deathbed on his pillow
Past due wiggle in the middle
Use to be screams of passion
Planted roses on his cheek
Now the deathbed on his pillow


She's prettier but shy on ass
Tanned sophisticated with class
Boring as the cat and the fiddle
Planted roses on his cheek
Now the deathbed on his pillow

I no longer exist
The thought of me
Just a glimmer
New fading moons

July's December
Nothing he misses
Zeros in the red
I no longer exist

Sex changes the linen
Less than a damn 'bout me
Hurry naughty wants to play

I no longer exist
No longer exist
Roses on his cheek
Deathbed on his pillow



Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. coauthor Nina Lee 2013







Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2013-03-26 at 18:28

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Commentally Ill
works well to the tune of pop! goes the weasel (as sang by boris karloff). nicely done.
2013-03-27


Ivan R
It is a stark poetry, a great sense of: being all and then nothing ... the reader hurts with the poem, it is painful this love portrayed
2013-03-27