I still often think of Clare, who was my life,
While with her I was insanely off my head,
I had a bad bladder problem causing strife
And so my utmost wish to was to be dead,
But we so persevered despite my bad grief
Of having a judgmental past of of a thief,
But she was kind enough to put it in bed.
I often think of how we melted in each-other,
With us both having been an excellent lover,
She meant all and everything to doting me
And I aptly wanted to raise a loving family.
But alas she was aghast when I tried to pass -
Selfishly cutting myself from head to toe
With being so ill, not thinking of my lass
Being upset and from thereon not in tow.
She
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