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My Dear Maybe

My dear Maybe had to die    
And all the money, world, and I.    
   
Under the railway; in the      
Desert, two handprints for me    
Alone.    
   
Slumped against the cypress trunk.    
Million-dollar dress. Undrunk    
     
A night she said she’s wanting      
To spend our whole lives floating      
To atone.    
     
A torch to keep it sturdy.      
Wet blanket for the journey.      
     
With coppered nails who stole my breast  
Her lovers’ lead tastes the best    
When in Rome.    
     
‘Fore I reach my new abode      
I beg you one last true oath      
     
Please return the knife from her      
Stomach to my daddy’s store    
So he’ll know.      
     
Her ropes might come in handy.      
I lost my faith in misery,      
     
So my Maybe had to die      
And all the money, world, and I.      
Alone.      
Vermilion_Apples
Written by Vermilion_Apples (Jacob W)
Published | Edited 11th Jan 2021
Author's Note
I love traditional murder ballads. I'm sure I did the genre no justice here especially given that it's a first draft but here it is in all of it's rough glory.
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