The Lost Fork
The Lost Fork
Hear me through
Another long run and a go,
Writing since the day
I had my desk and lights a few.
Roses for my love
A beauty for a dove,
Slicing down all my cuts
I bled each soul that hands my pub.
Raided those young years
For love and for tears,
Pieces of heart everywhere
I know she still remembers.
Headed against my shore
Was I a dumb or a bore?
Snowing with that man
I cried all my parts to allure.
Meadows with her hut
She's truly happy, I am, but,
Living an unsung story off beyond
The lost fork I had never in my cart.
Hold his hands
Snuggle and tickle his blends,
Let it be just a nightmare
I wish to live through these lands.
No more promises to show,
No more crusts of vow,
Raining off the table of my choice
I hope no harsher day comes to you.
Getting grasps off own laws,
Better grouped off those claws,
Soul that bumped through my chest
I may live another dawn without a cause.