Once every month
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I'm ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I've lost the perfect love
And I know you don't hear me
you never understand why
I'm so serious
Period.
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