because you could?
That’s not happiness, remember why the child was born,
beyond infinity, spills my blood
Shed in watersheds, Burgen for breakfast..
Me? A humble crust of bread…
Sex is not love neither is your money,
Do you think of my loss when you guffaw with your friends?
Yes you do.. How funny….
How very wise,
To find mirth in anothers blood loss
As my tired eyes search for the final star before sunrise…
PS Erica I still love you. Strange what shade and colour you throw in stillness over my heart..