dead rose

I always thought I was destined to walk this earth alone, till I crossed paths with a goddess, skin bright like ivory

Alas it wasn’t meant to be, for we spoke a different language and bowed before different deities

Then I met me a queen, tall and lithe

Full of regality, head held high

My very own Nefertiti 

And it was all rosy at first, till the gods blessed me with the same gift that they gave to Oedipus

Now I’m stuck listening to Lana Del Rey & The Weeknd,  wondering if truly I am destined to walk alone, with a box full of magnums and no particular hole to call my own

So I keep up the charade,  walking around with a smile on my face 
On the outside looking all good,  even though inside I really feel like a dead rose 

Slowly haemorrhaging my soul away………… 

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