Janine

Tunes jingle and play, my insides screech, grant me please another day, between home and missing you, another comes to tell me, feels the way he does, my tear streaked disgrace, lemon blue by the sea, shows the fruit I've tasted, how to kill the truth, by insufferable conceit, a conscience left to rue, maybe it's all too late, am so eager to delete, memories of his lovely face, what salvages my blues, saved from a coward's retreat, is knowing I won't say, what comes easy.