This Pretty Lady Weeps
Today, she thought of you,
with your big ideas and
silly dreams.
She swore she'd stop,
remembering how you looked,
flustered at the sight of her.
She didn't know why,
but she loved you.
And now she cries.
This pretty lady weeps,
Deep, silent, racking sobs,
hidden in her pillow.
And there's only you to blame,
with your crocked smile,
and gentle eyes.
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