Eighty Eight

Whoever makes me plead, waves goodbye to dreams, they leave me all alone, consider me gone, not perturbed nor relieved, dancing on my bones, December in warm seas, an Ocean left to grieve, if you believe, when I walked you home, under the lilac trees, my eyes were aglow, another time to bleed, always open to any greed, they ask me the ghosts, sat on bar stools to atone, another broken scene, you never did throw stones, what was once your creed, how you perceive, and tried to cajole, without a hope.