10 0 clock in the morning - you ain't home 09.09.18
not 5 o clock in the morning
10am and outside
pain still thorn ing
in me flowers and card did divide.
straight away the squeal
do not belong
had to keep spinning the wheel
straight back to december song.
simple and plain
miss you george the bless
we no daddy got here on a gravy train
but we have to respect george and be flawless.
millions was the delight
heartbreak is driven
come through a white light
never any sins so no need to be forgiven.
dear friends
no cards or flowers must rain
ain't nobody who sends
never going to heal the pain.
- Author: hilllow ( Offline)
- Published: September 24th, 2018 03:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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