Being ill with pain
The ashes of the day in the morning. are so red behold i get out of my bed smoke fire alarms to spread ashes. to ashes goodnight fred
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old
for thee fall in the lurking lake move me like morning cakes books and food summer pain knock me down my heart in vain lord take me to thy resting place
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
Abide with thee your so sad to see but thy remain free along all to see a moment with thee
deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
Tis a tale of a captain kidd drinks thy rum it was lots of fun being a pirate bum
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
Met bobby vee by the sea matt munro gent you see Lesley Anne down so free cannon and ball we call alright tommy do for me
Over the hills sit dan windy rain with sam we begin to date ham walk down the stairs fair to share we stare
North Devon in heaven all summer i thee stayed work my home for a bone wet my suit cold to a tone surf in the bay i am to old