I know I don’t
Tell you enough
Preferring to make
Remarks off the cuff
But I do love you,
You know
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know I don’t
Tell you enough
Preferring to make
Remarks off the cuff
But I do love you,
You know
Here
I am
again
Sitting
all
alone
I don’t
like this
anymore
I want
to go
home
This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.
I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.