MAYbe This Time

April is no more 

May is here to stay 

To remind us of the hopes 

We carried out to play 

The long wishes we hold dear

Are held in May’s hands 

Where lust and desire fall through the cracks of her fingers

And bury in the grass

I ask May to be gentle 

Like she’s promised before

Things will look up in June 

May, promise me you’re sure

I’ve sat here in the garden 

Picking flowers for the day 

May’s promise came true 

I’m still waiting for my parade

But I sit here like I’ve done before

Watching my hope fall like petals on a rose 

Stripped of every last faith I have left

Until I’m stranded here alone again