Maybe it's Over
I wrote to her, On fickle paper and meager hopes, Could it be? Over? It was. And nobody was listening, And perhaps no one ever does. So ode to you, Woman You broke my heart (tore it to pieces really). I ate your chocolate, And vomited all over the sidewalk, For nothing really. Nothing at all. Now you have every card, But don't play a single one Still, I wrap my hand around what's left. Not for you, But for me. No, it's for you.