To Be Forlorn. .

To be forlorn,

She asked for nothing more.

A connect abridged;

Two lives agonized

As things go, she moans

And asked for nothing more

But

To be Forlorn.

Fantasies faded in the sands of time

The venture seems a scrappy affair,

She did not wish to dare

Epochal liberty turned.

She is not the possessor of her own

So there evolved 

A Forlorn.

Phallus ceased to cause a fundamental hurt

But

Words rip her to pieces.

An unstained bedsheet could not cut the mustard of clichés.

A bleeding heart made her prone.

To be Forlorn. .

To be Forlorn. . .