The Poetic Idiot

Lovely Lady

Lovely Lady

Based upon The Ballad Of Mona Lisa and Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At The Disco

Her eyes are sad,

Her smile wide,

The words are mad,

She cannot hide.

Retreating into

Drinks and hate

Nothing to do

Now, but wait.

The hand is rough

And wins the fight,

Her life’s a bluff,

So she’ll take flight.

Taste her sins,

It’s worth the pain,

Wisdom within,

Will bring much gain.

So what is wrong

You’re promised fame

Strike up a song,

We’ll sing your name

Your grin’s beyond

What I can do,

I want it gone,

And I’ll pay, too

You know it’s only

Ever me

I tried it fondly,

Let you be

But your lies

And secrets leaked,

So now through crowds

The darkness seeps.

Oh lovely lady

Where’d you go?

You’ll be back later,

We both know.