by t.o. crow
The lady 's dressed in black
from her boots up to her neck.
Would it surprise you to discover
that she's looking for her lover?
Her face is lined in symmetry
like the winter landscape's trees
whose barren limbs
hold back spring leaves.
Would it please you to discover
She's pining for her lover?
Reflections of her face in glass
stare mutely at me as she passes.
Her crystal eyes grow colder
as she casually glances over.
as she casually glances over.
She's wrapped in her mythology
of frozen hope and empty dreams.
Her life's devoid of bright-hued things.
Of passion, joy and angel's wings.
Does it surprise you to discover
that she's never found her lover?
The lady's dressed in black
from her boots
up to her neck.
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