A Suitable Girl

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For when you think I’m too old
To love and to have and to hold
Your Dorian laughs in his frame
As cracks appear across his face

For when you tell me I should cook
And not be reading so many books
Your kitchen sink mocks you
When everyday your dinner gets brutally bruised

For when you chide me for being too loud
And ask me to hold my tongue in a crowd
You know not how your friends oblige
By laughing when you really make them cry

For when you wonder if I’d be a good trophy
Me, with my innate lack of propriety
Your workplace thanks heavens
When you step away from matters of importance

For when you check if I’m “suitable”
If I’m a good enough “marriage material”
Alas! You are not able to see
You are not good enough for me!

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Fate, thou art so temperate

Fate you are so temperate
Leaving me awash skin and bone
You drop in like a storm
Fly me away to a grim unknown

You dont care for a lonely heart
Made complete by love
You care for time
And not the wrinkles on the brow

Fate, you remain a friend
Who holds on when we let go
You wake me up at night
And hug my mortal soul

You shine through
The darkest hours you bring
Like a black star you shine
And motherless lullaby you sing

Fate, will you hold my hand
When I lose my pride
To the undead faces
I meet on this life’s ride

Will you sit beside me
Talk of where the angels lie
Will you hold on to me
And stop me when i die