_Oh Desperate Darling_

Oh, desperate darling,
Do not conclude yourself to beauty,
Your flesh.
Don’t be a trail of tears
Found by lines of green
And rising hearts upon your screen.

Do not flee the heart,
Though dearly it splits apart,
A past of broken bones
Crashing, upon shores of jagged stones.

Do not be the victim of your lost hopes,
As you drive to fashioned homes
Searching in attention to be grown.

Oh, desperate darling,
Do not lead yourself
To a digital tomb.
You have powers
The glory and beauty of Womb.

Oh, desperate darling.
You’ll find yourself old,
Before your first seed is sewn.
If you be the worker of thighs and gold.

The room will draw empty of chatter,
A silence in act of unexpected
All praise subsided
And friends,
Most will end.

Oh, desperate darling,
Do not be the follower of financial reward
An emptiness will be stored,
Oh, how dearly I pray you not,
To be another falling from windows top.

Wingless,
Hollow,
A quickly forgotten tomorrow.

Oh, desperate darling,
Do not trade yourself
For an account made of anonymous affection,
An attraction of false union,
For soon another will become the main attraction,
Led by bourbon drowned emotion.

Oh, desperate darling
See there is more,
Than the distance of your image,
Do not become the seduction of illusion.
Oh, desperate darling.