Last Knight’s Cologne
The last knight’s cologne,
Was last night’s cologne
The smell of Mr. Daniels number five
Permeating like garbage on a hot summer day
It intoxicates me and like an autumn leaf
I’ll fall all over again.
I’ll become whisky-ed away by him
And we’ll perform our favorite dance
The tango. Or maybe it looks more like breakdancing
When it is over that aroma turns our beautiful story
Into a Shakespearian tragedy.
Blood stained wallpaper looks like a Monet
This is the story of us.
Fragmented up close but a perfect picture far away.
Which one of us is to blame?
It has been six months, three weeks, and two days
Today he smells like Dolce & Gabbana
And he is no longer in love.
I crave the feelings of before.
I’ll wait for him because I know he’ll return
Like he always does
So I bring out two glasses to and wait for my love to return.
by AL
find your swank. think insane. be urbane.
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