Lunesta is to blame,
For the flame.
The flame of love,
Beautiful as a white dove.
Put out by the dark,
Like a child at the park.
Never to be for me,
For it cannot be.
We were a pair,
But life is not fair.
It took you,
Now I'm in the blue.
But not for long,
Sad as a love song.
So now you've left,
And feeling is bluffed.
I'm so numb,
Like a deadman's thumb.
If I could drown,
You would not frown.
You broke my heart,
Like ripped up art.
You made me happy,
This story is sappy.
Now like life intends,
This poem ends.