Elena Three

Whatever else you need, make it the last dream, leave me to grieve, consider me gone, neither busted or relieved, you’ll dance on my bones, hang me on the breeze, an Ocean or sea, if you hear me scream, when you walked me home, under lilac trees, my eyes were aglow, think how necessary, you want to tell me, are ghosts of your conceit, drink to atone, another broken scene, make me eat crow, what you once deemed, is cruel to perceive, now that you've given, all to receive.