The best things in life aren’t free
But please don’t bother me
I changed the lock and key
It’s best if you now flee
He bled her clean
Filled images in her head
The young ones he will preen
And bleed them til they’re dead
The best things in life aren’t free, he said
With not even a look of dread
She knows it’s nothing she misread
His love trap is a deathbed
Miles and decades of lies widespread
But not an ounce of bloodshed
The worst things in life are free
And you’ll never remember me
I sat there clawing blindly
In the forest at the wrong tree
Because the worst things in life
Always seem to follow me
© Delia Ross. 2019
