Cry

CryStaring at my last text, worrying cause we seem vexedLike our plans were cursed by a demon and we’re hexedComplex, confounded and confusing, how much more abusingI try to wear a smile of hope but it’s hard be coy while I’mbruisingChoosing to do all that I can, stick to the course andfollow the planBabe I’m trying my best, but after all, honey I’m no godjust a man And have I told you how much I care? Always closing my eyes picturing you’re thereImagining the smell of your perfume, feeling my fingersrunning through your hairSpare me this pain Lord! Bring my baby back! My panorama hasdeveloped a crackAnd try as I might my fuse is burning quickly, and I feellike I’m going to blow my stackLack of patience mom would say, relax son; stay focused.Tomorrow’s another dayLosing your temper and jabbering like a fool is just nevergoing to be the right wayOkay I understand mom, I’ll try. I know we have to stay thecourse, I just don’t know whySo hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and crySo hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cryTim Windisch08 06 2024