Really? That's fine-because I've been there.
I've been known to puncture quiet in iove spells
And maximize volume in verse
Send me back to
His tired eyes gain strength and
Smile with his heart.
Her velvet voice finds its power point.
She runs down the stairs.
While you’re back there
Grab that washcloth
Make it nice and wet
Soap the spots I can’t seem
When my clouds have filled
with the drowning drops of Gloom,