My poem for Debra, par Whyming Weasel

My poem for Debra

I know I have been out of line

That fault is mine

You are friend

On who I can depend

You are precious to me

The way it should be

I am sorry

But please don’t worry

The old me will be back

That is a fact:-)

Loosing control The days would roll Everything a daze Trapped in maze Somewhere in my mind