My lady

Softer is the night,
Oh, please come into my life,
Like a rusting train station.
The acerbic rainfall of your harsh climate.
Of flicking lights, and broken dreams, and all that ever really
seems,
To fall this way, in slight decay,
Oh, please come into my life,
And offer me the beauty of your thighs.
Kiss me tender, hold me slight.

Will you settle for one, as empty as thee?
And is lost in the seasons.
Who cannot look into a mirror,
I am tired in my ways.

My lady of the wistful sea
My lady of the greatest insignificance
I do not love you, or like you, for that matter.
You are a fine excuse, to be what I am.
O, please come into my life,
And forgive me.