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The Woman in BlackBy Jack K.Lavaughnti QuailBellMagazine.com Save me from the woman with the long black dress, (who, in my room, takes your place) fingernails painted with the blues. She keeps me up at 2 a.m. with the ghosts of your songs, which make my heart numb.
Where four feet once strolled Only two now heard. Where ukulele and laughter once played, now just silence. Because my heart sang your tropical serenades, but now wails with Lana Del Rey. The months wilt and I crave your embrace; cashmere can’t compare. I miss your smile, a smile as bright as Las Vegas because now I feel as gloomy as Seattle. And if our paths should cross once more, I must see you at the Chelsea Hotel, where artists become lovers. Until then, the woman with the long black dress (who, on my bed, takes your place) will forever caress my hair, fingernails painted with the blues. #Unreal #Poem #Poetry #JackKLavaughnti #TheWomaninBlack Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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