Back Yard Blues

I am in her back yard.
Not so vain.
Go into the mood.
It’s plain to see.
I am a discard,
A formality.
Whatever the pain
I have no regard.
I see his blushing tears
Weep over me.
He said it would be borrowed,
But the sorrow that would follow
Can’t erase the crime.

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