The Woman in Black
By Jack K.Lavaughnti
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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
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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
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