funny how i use to mourn
i use to sit for hours
barren upon a barren hill
eyes glued to barren streets
deluding myself
with memories of ilttle ole you
and it was silly how i didn't let go
oh how i clung
drunking my fill , satiated and warm
almost as good as good as i felt
hiding
touching your toes and watching the rain fall
spilling myself all over the place without care
my heart was full
made careless by your touch
clung drunk on the cup of sadness
thinking of you always
should ever my heart remember to long
sadness envelopingme, my love still holds true to you
Please come back to me on a horse