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Cross-fading her, pulling strings, plugging emotions
She harps on her pains, once more, wanting more
Crying for a love once completely adored, stilled forever
Adorned in tearful streaks of red lace to trace, memories long gone
Her face caked in grief, like make up overly drawn hues
The wake up call, comes from true love born emphatically breeched
She still sleeps, after falling so hard on choices in defeat
Two babies deposited, to brand her second hand me down for cheap
She whispers superlatives about “her” man, whose never around
Gotten for giving all, so sure, her all, could end all mis-direction
Night light left on and one latch left unhinge, suspense depends
As her alarm clock gently plays r&B quiet storm tunes, she waits…..
The weight of the apparent decision, hard to make, along a heart’s break
Settling in a position, so as not to lose a feeling, left only in fleeting memories
Whose on first, causes a chuckle as Beta replays the mental riddle, over again
Flashbacks reveals the answer on that very first intimate encounter, third base
Thinking she had scored a home run, only to find, it was just another away game
Another wasted night, as the lady on pause, as her sobbing mimics the radio blues
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room a young princess cries too, growing up 2nd fiddle…..
In a poorly composed ballad called
Beta Blues Love!
