15th Entry

Would

Darling we're starlings
it's crystal that we're meant
to be seen as we had always
been, always
leaning on each other, always
suffering the way lovers suffer,

and maybe I still see your green eyes,
through your calm disguise, oh
my, what angry eyes you have, baby
what insults have I said now, baby,
what wretched part her is still left, tell me,

and yes, darling you're charming, but the
vultures won't cry
like I would. You'll
die alone and
dig your own
grave - she won't save you the
way chay could, the way chay
would if you would just love her
the way you should.

It's not over is it, between you?
Or maybe just not over in you,
and you know that, but who's that that would
and who's sad that she's too crude
but you?
And it's not over between us.