Even is now and again...
I'm nervous.
Sitting still, glistened eye's staring upon our stars. Wishing, that i had your back against mine.
Feeling lonely, feeling fine. Frisky and nervous, oh how divine.
Have a drink for me, It maybe the last sip of reality forcing.
Conserned for you I am love, For your life and heart. It's not silly.
I have Digested this with my grave digging spoon. It's unhelpable. I want pudding.
There is going to be a time. In your life and time, When I admit what is needed.
I have merit pending, core. CORE. score. I dream of killing this burden.
You absent the best in me. Trecherous. Allthough, whilst singing my praise.
I've become a lerch.
with a spoon. and maybe a fork.
waiting to get he dirt taste out.