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The fruitless vine
You don’t love me, honey.
I know,
I know a hundred times and still
It just don’t sink into my mind.
I live at the root of a winding hope
Unaffected by the hand of time
Growing from a lonely seed
Into a fruitless vine
And I wonder, honey
How long
How much longer will I climb
When every beautiful woman on the street
Every slender pair of legs I see
Is another reason why you don’t love me’
Another add-on to the things
That trouble me
I am nothing
Barley on your daily basis
I lay in bed consumed by thought
And know this pain is wasted
