if only I could sing the blues,
I'd tell a tale only hopkins would use
I'd sing my pain
I'd scare the night
and in the morning,
come day light,
I'd go about my ways
and praise the hazy feeling of the soul
hazel eyes
september nights
the feeling of regret
your lips on my neck
distance runs in the afternoon
the smell of musk and floral perfume
the way you'd smile and how I would laugh,
I'd still give anything to have you back.
is it awful that I hate her,
the sadness she brings
the day light scraping winter
the flowers in the spring
my heart aches with pain
as my mind looks to retrieve;
just another lonely summer
till the earth touches leaves.