Janessa

Your drinking days laid low, sky and stars converse, reach beyond what i know, you cry again with scorn, to bid me cursed, understand what's torn, your canticle to be alone, a time for re birth, someone to tend your bones, when daylight turns to storm, ask if i was ever there, wish you were never born, by Facebook or i phone, from these lonely suburbs, you'd see me sit forlorn, a thought before you go, never wonder who comes first, all your money growing cold, it’s not me you scare. ,