Both my lovers left without a word

The head and neck, i like them Both

She knew  God made the sun like my Lovers 

At 5 o’clock the weak march Left 

The strong move on Without 

Every morning the world would flaunt A 

A special hymn; all thought out, each Word

The indulged stopped Now

Forbidden from speaking of I 

Somethings poke my brain but I Can’t 

Burst out to Find 

The present of the mind is Mine

And I don’t like wearing black Either