As lust is to love
A buzzard to a dove
Step out of the rain into a flood
As lust is to love
A penny in a well
Wishes bound to fail
Pouring out of every single sentimental cell
As found is to lost
Feathers to the frost
I pray your saints and statues can forgive you for it all
Broken as the bread
Like all humankind
You cannot blame the victim for the gallows in her mind
Gallows in her mind
Sentimental queens
Do we all do?
Do we die to please?
Our sentimental queens
As lust is to love
A buzzard to a dove
Step out of the rain into a flood
A penny in a well