Saturday Nights

On a dreary night

Such as this

I’ll long forever

For your kiss

Shadows dance

Across the floor

The morning dove

Will cry no more

I will hold myself crying

Until the morning sun

But by then, my dear,

I’m afraid I’ll have bled into no one.

Leaving behind only a pale body

With green still fading from my eyes.

Crowds full of mocking people

Hurt so much by my lies

Leaving my one and only

Precious thing to you;

A ring and a note;

“I thought you said you’d always stay true.”