from my scalp will they pluck out a follicle of hair.
they'll want to be quite certain there's no traces of you there.
i'll wait for you, my love, with your green-brown-orange fuzz and our bond will be as pure and strong as once it ever was. You with your celestial pristine crystalline complexion,
the closest thing these eyes have ever seen to true perfection.
Your essence (at one time not quite my favorite i confess),
is now the best solution for a bout of loneliness. i'll wait for you for quite as long as time demands to take and in the end with your support my peace of mind will wake. For count on it or bet on it, wherever i may roam, it's you and only you who makes me feel the most at home.
For now if i intoxicate i must resort to drink,
which does not much but add disquiet to the way i think. I who hath no temper that acquaintances could speak of, will pick a fight with someone when Jack Daniels do I reek of.
One plus is without you i've lost a bit of weight in fact, but also my neuroticism still remains intact. overstimulation and anxiety reign true, when days are made to pass me by without a trace of you.
And when the day doth come that we can both again rejoice,
the fact the wait had been so long will give depth to your voice. Twill be a day to remember for the rest of my long days,
when you could come to once again surround me with your haze.
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