The Thing Around Your Neck

They say sorrow looks good on me, Her silvery pearls accentuating my neck, They say she dangles sweetly from my lobes, Like diamonds found deep within African soils. I am acquainted with sadness, Like long lost lovers. She and i fit perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. She nests her heavy head on my ample chest, And i generously pat her icy back, Singing her songs of a once upon a time. They say...