The following is a poem regarding the luxuries of love and the world. Figuring out that it may or may not exist in the person(s) you thought it would. It is a learning experience in life. It is rich and "luxurious" at times and it is "poor" and begging at others.
Lucky in Luxury
They called her Lucky in Luxury, the clock chimed her name
They called me to dance a night long ago, for hours and hours, steady and slow
Hello, this is me, Lucky in Luxury
Everyone’s so lucky when they are with you; the time is coming for me to be too
True love is just a dance away, so dance to remember, dance your life away
Lucky in Luxury will make it okay
I couldn’t find the stop sign until I saw your face, I danced through the darkness, you took me to
that empty space.
So stop-don’t look back at me, march with the clock- Lucky in Luxury
Now the dance is over, I can’t go on with you,
no more Lucky in Luxury, you made me see the truth,
Nobody saw the pain in my eyes, Lucky in Luxury was just my disguise
Can’t forget whats tragic, living all the lies, Lucky in Luxury left me to die
Living it up like the party girl, lavishly, diamonds and pearls
I grew out of this tunnel, tunnel of a world,
I hurdled, but when I fell, you were not there, lucky in luxury still put on her airs
My days are brighter now, still I am sad to go without you,
Just one more dance for me, lets go back in time, You and me,
Make me lucky in luxury, for real this time
Even through the misery, I loved you, my stop sign,
Lucky in luxury , yeah you thought it was me,
Nothing though, is what it appeared to be.
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