Someone who has
in their soul.
She is my life, she is my lady,
I do my best to visit her daily.
She doesn’t have awesome lips,
or gorgeous swaying voluptuous hips.
There was something strange going on in the house.
Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse.
I was a little uneasy walking through the living room
A work of art is not shown here,
yard created by queen of despair.
She rules the insane in great capacity.
Fearful as it were, her tenacity.
Just past midnight in a hospital room
Tired, weak wondering if my time was coming soon.
Sing me a song of glory,
tell me an old fashioned story.
Sing of hard times, sad times true,
It was a rather quiet day, I had a few things to do in order to prepare
for tonight’s jewelry party. I started out to get my
errands done, giving myself enough time to get home to start the
preparations for the event. I made a list, had everything in order,
Listen to me,
Give me your ear
I have much to say
You must hear.
Pregnant again she confides in a friend.
No where to go, no one will take her in.
Walking the streets in the dark of night.
Hiding in alleys, trying to stay out of sight.