these woman

and those paper-thin lips and

heart-wrenching smiles.

it's when they smile that

they steal your soul

away from you.

it's when it's gone

that you know you're

in a worst

position than

before.

and then your heart aches.

you convince yourself she wasn't

anything special.

she was a body with a soul.

maybe it wasn't her soul

but her body that you

wanted.

but her soul was lousy,

yes,

very lousy.

and like a drug and it's

addictions

you fucked around and

burned

an idiot red.

did you really think you could win?

you think,

as you pace the good earth.

maybe this time,

It's always,

maybe this time.

and

then the anger sets in...

How could she!

but as such things go,

your soul

suddenly

subsides and is

finally

set out to dry...

you're going to make yourself better,

you say.

you're committed.

you'll never get fooled again.

not you.

you've learned your lesson,

yet

nobody is in a greater hell

than you.

why, why, why,

you say.

those paper-thin lips are a

chance for somebody else now.

the smiles in their pictures

are here to stay.

as the devil smiles

blue birds sit upon the

fountain.