Woe

I got married at night
With the love of my life
She was wearing a 45

In Italian clothes
She seduced me alone
Lips as loud as a dial tone

Like a shot to my face
I saw red and she chased
Every trace of sobriety

Red I bled for her then
In a whisper, she said
With a smile, "close your eyes for me"

Woe to you, my lover
She holds me closer
Slowly one another
Collapse into a slumber

We met up at the park
Her complexion was harsh
But her laugh was a fantasy

Took the wheel in the car
Liquor litres and glass
Speeding onto the interstate

Roads ahead are with her
Eyelashes and auburn
Sultry eyes our atmosphere

Breathing heavy and hard
Pull the trigger and part
Our languorous suffering

Woe to you, my lover
She holds me closer
Slowly one another
Collapse into a slumber



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Writer(s): Raoul Maccamley
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