A glass of wine,
A dead rose in the vase
An ashtray full of cigarette leftovers.
All next to my bed.
Lovers that come and gο
I always call them
Under the same name
"Beau".
They never spend the night with me.
They bore me… to tears.
Τhank God for the wine
Αnd the dead rose's perfume.
Τhat makes me finally sleep…
I'm off…
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A poignant piece depicting the whimsical and temperamental nature of love. Thanks for sharing.