LILAC de Dorothea Lasky
I felt empty
As i always had
Because in my past life
I had burned to death
Because in my past life
I had burned to death
Because in this one
You told me I was a bad poet
As if I cared about poetry
At all
You told me I was a bad poet
As if I cared about poetry
At all
As if I didn’t only care
About the little dog
In her bed
Sleeping for all eternity next to me
About the little dog
In her bed
Sleeping for all eternity next to me
Lilacs bloom
From the edge of the wood
I walk the grass-lined streets
To come to a lemon tree
From the edge of the wood
I walk the grass-lined streets
To come to a lemon tree
What a blank and edible flower
The lilac is
It is as if your face
Were there inside of me
The lilac is
It is as if your face
Were there inside of me
Or on that tree
White-lined
And inside your heart
A glowing purple, a glowing green
White-lined
And inside your heart
A glowing purple, a glowing green
It is as if you knew I was your true love
It was as if I didn’t have to know
It was as if I didn’t have to know
In this life
All you were to me
Was that flower
All you were to me
Was that flower
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