Don't read Fitzgerald with a broken heart
His turn of the phrase
It's Beyond mere art.
Made like a poem of love and loss
From longing to pain
Like stations of the cross
And I suffer and I suffer on
Like Gatsby the fool
In his life long con
Dragging my self through endless days
Wandering now
My life with out you, has become a haze
No flowers for my daisy
My Nick a trusted friend
Planning and Talking me through the crazy
That has torn our family down
Reconciled to anguish
The circus needs it's clown
No hammer on a star
No wish that will come true
I am designate now to love you from afar
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