She doesn’t tell
Truths when a lie will do. She says,
“When your down these people can’t care
They just feel sorry for you.”
Her legs curl underneath her
As the tears run clear from her eyes
As if she’s looking for someone to blame
She stares up at the sky
Flowers by the Grave
She may be hurt
But she’s in no pain
She had her lover
But now she lives all alone
Married to the mirror behind
His picture at Pitt’s Pool Hall
Two pillows on the bedspread
But only one’s been used
She leans over like a tombstone on the night,
And then she leaves her room.
Flowers by the Grave
She may be hurt
But she’s in no pain
Flowers by the Grave
In the flush of Youth
She broke like a wave.