Valerie

You know how to trace, a lifetime of greed, where love disintegrates, sometimes I wonder, if it's in your creed, to gift or bury lovers, the doubts you fake, driven by surly need, are they parts of fame, blue conscripted slumbers, bearing kindness to the sea, slaying dreams of futures, tremble so you say, in unquiet days soliloquy, only given by taking, a high heeled loner, lipsticked songs make happy, love split asunder, on altars of celebrity.