To make her happy again

CharlaX sit in solitude and sit

Let the people roar in glee

Poetry has died the final death for me

eye reached the impasse looked around for me

she wants to stand and survey the headstone

she wants to stand and spit on the grass thats covering my final resting place

she lets her slip down and slips her dress up and lets go of all her hate and lets it fall upon my lawn

its how a Lady fawns

Its how she gets even with my love

its what she does.