When all elements of the planet conspire
She sits and contemplates certain ire.
Wishing all the stars will align
Then seemingly all will be fine.
But something has to mess up the ordeal
It isn’t from wanton failure to feel.
The last time she wanted a love she cried
When all was said and done she died.
Left in a field of daisies to rot
Another promised her a nice warm cot.
She didn’t trust the man at first
Until it came ~ Her undying thirst.
Satiated, she finally believed
But he wasn’t exactly as he seemed.
Her perfect nest of roses and candy
All of a sudden didn’t seem so handy.
He left the closet open once
She had found he’d been lying for months.
Now she only takes short term jaunts
Nothing in this is anything she wants.