Cultivating The Lovers Guilt

A dead lover at the bottom of the sea,
She claims he stole her heart,
Abused and totally misused by me.

Do you still see her bleeding,
Mascara from her eyes,
What is it now, that this girl is needing.

The bottle shows how I have sank,
It’s my final serenade,
Love fills what I have drank.

Do you wonder who today’s victim is,
Or are you here just for the slaughter,
I hate to desert you without one last kiss.

We’ve dealt with so much worse,
How can I be dying over this,
Miss Promise I have taken your curse.

Ian Robert Potapoff

**Love was supposed to be so much more**