Dahling! when we grow old,
The mirror will frown and tease,
Doc will prescribe our bank account to his.
When we grow old,
Let me tell you this,
I won’t call you – darling !
And you won’t call me sweetheart
Dahling! when we grow old,
The mirror will frown and tease,
Doc will prescribe our bank account to his.
When we grow old,
Let me tell you this,
I won’t call you – darling !
And you won’t call me sweetheart
She jumped from the highs
ended her life in the boulevard
long before the sun was to set
faked her smile
acted till she could bear
she died severed with depression
ending her miseries
in the pool of her blood
the newspapers said
fans moaned over a cup of coffee
in despair…
but in the morgue
diehard mortal men
mounted her.
the pin-up diva
dead, yet performing
speaking in mute whisper
they immersed her
in shadowy gossip
in the wild
with the flow
beyond her control
i hope she is dead.
My first post on WP, I was a brave man then. Based on a true event, life is….
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