crisp

As I sit by the fireplace,

the wind rushing though the window pane,

I sat there feeling insane, though the same things,

it was plesent but fruity

hash but cruleity.

an expansion with in.

OK here I go again

he brought the sadness to my eyes.

the rain with the dark clouds,

OK mountains all around,

no point of me being mad

this state  of mind makes you bad,

and I was glad that I left you alone

the nights are cold and dull,

but my days are long.

how could you just move on

how can you leave my heart a ton.

how could you be like that.

something change and it remained the same.

taking the  anconing and pain of the embarrassment.and shame.

the bruise and scares from a past that last so long.

a separation so brutal that, I was left with a broken heart torn in to pieces

to much time wasting on the crime of passion.

and I was  applead by your reaction .

occasionally to your system

sensitive to your dart,

but at offer at your hands.