Full Of Woe

I am woefully missing you with woefulness

And I was under needless psychotic duress,

And with my endeavours suffering illness

I was experiencing insane, immense stress.

 

Can you have a nice, forgiving heart

For my unsightly art of being apart

From my faculties – I'll paint a picture

Of us both being together for forever.

 

I’m still loving your sweet-essence, a nice treasure

I do measure with time passing by, and as I sadly cry

I wonder why you don't try to get in-touch with me –

A summons I’ll deliberate while waiting impatiently.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.