Tuck-away

Tuck me away, like a read book to the shelf;
I understand, its over, its done.
Bone my marrow, the reeds lost them- heads, self;
paled with the tapestry, all smiles still gone.

Are you a wizard, or demon - perhaps both;
I always loved to be under your spell.
Devoured by madness, regrets stir my sloth --
cloths wearing make-up. Fined to be farewelled!!

Wasn't there at all you can shut up and leaf;
beating the bushes was bearing my anthem.
It pains me to dismay to have too much grief.
leaving it open, the wound festers shant them!!

It fizzles, it sizzles -- fiddles my morrows;
I borrow a nickle to wager ten pounds!!
Tuck me the lemons, do lemonade with it. Sorrows
never swayed tears under the ground...