Until Life Itself Runs Dry

Until Life Itself Runs Dry

Written by Lilith Raymour

In her life
Men come and go
Like Michelangelo
They sculpt her life
They paint her days
Find poetry
That could give her life
So much meaning
Yet…

Except
After brief
All too brief
Flashes of passion
She turns men
Into man servants
A way to get
Whatever
Whomever
She wants
Which is always
Just another future
Man servant

Her longest loves
Always are the ones
Who can’t really love her
And consider her
Their woman servant

Once an artist herself
Broken marriage
And before that
A young ripped open heart
Means she will spend
The rest of her life
Taking desperate sips
From her broken cup
As, oh, so quickly
Once again
Love spills out
And her cup is empty

Measuring her life
In broken relationships
Until life itself runs dry
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Lilith Raymour
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