Age seems a treacherous monster

You bargain with her as she lays her hands on your neck

She tells you nothing’s going to happen for a while

And the very next day, your hair’s gone gray

The love’s gone away

She talks in your ear like she owns you

She says things to you

Does things to your body

That make you fear her

She’s nothing

She’s all talk

You seem to be attracted to women with bite

She acts like she does

She doesn’t have teeth

I’m not fond of things that take my place in occupying your mind

She’s Medusa

She only has power if you look her way

Don’t look

Keep your eyes on mine

You’ve got the time

You’ve got every second of it until we both run out


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