THE WIDOWS WINE

out of time: So what are So what are you gonna say at my funeralnow that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness . HER GOD WAS listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. ASHES TO ASHES DUST TO SIDE CHICKS. ::  penned by elektra