Finnley

Memories of your face, so eager to please, you've left here again, recoiled at my thunder, God what conceit, a man fixed by numbers, they tell me too late, am such a fool to tease, you'll fix me a place, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, will be a wonderful lover, I work every day , while you're still asleep, eat breakfast half way, it makes you wonder, bills, food, mortgage rates who splits who asunder, who, I hear you say?