(This has been written a while ago)
Frank Sinatra sings to his lover
He says she is his only way of life
The only way he knows
Did she listen? Did she cry?
Because my lover never listens,
He kisses the lips of another
And I die.
The autumn leaves fall down the streets
Soon to aloof the mighty tree
And as I reminisce your memories, I think of my defeats
I think of the ways you held me and the way you are holding she
The autumn is upon us
Just like the mighty tree, I stand unprepared
For the nostalgia I feel inside my guts
Thinking of all the music you sang and all the words left unheard
I think of you, you who has abandoned me
You who ripped my heart out of my body
Yet you refused to set me free
You who left me with eyes so soggy
And slow danced with somebody that isn’t me
You drank your bloody wine
Held her sweaty hands into the night
Walked our streets with her under a moon so divine
Took her to my place, my chair, my light, despite
Tell me something now
While drunk did you
Slur your words and my name allow
To escape your lips, now tell me how
You took her into your arms
Saw my face on hers
Held her closer to see
The agonized soul of mine
Looking into the dead eyes of thou
Do you think of me when you are with her
Drunk and desperate, sulking into her embrace
Do you reminisce on where you are now and where you were
Do you see her the way I do, an ebony crow with such disgrace
And when you sober up and remember it isn’t I,
Does your heart sink to your legs, do you lie
And from her you shy
Do you chug your coffee
Light your cigarette, my memories deny
I wonder if Frank Sinatra, writhed in pain
When he realized that lovers like mine and his
Cannot feel love
That all the words we rhyme go in vein
I wonder if he knows all that and still loves her
Just as much as I love you