Goodmorning honey, so they say
distant at heart.. but close at screws
so vivid you see, you without me
things missed for things misused
selfless laws governed me
troubled, shrubbed up with worry
lack of info.. scarred me with strife
memories I must bury...
The writings of death stepped in my life.
No waves of comfort at night
abused my thumb to fumble your channels
dimantled warmness.. rushed cold nights.
the attire is only a blanket, shirt, pants and sandals
darkness with a candlelight only hoping to get to light
Goodmorning honey! so, they say
played my strings til they were worn