Re to my other soul

Springfield OR

Description

Here on the other side of the river. Where the lunatics howl at the moon and eat raw liver. I don't even like cooked liver. People always taking seeking out the giver. Lol. I'm usually better than this but there is a monkey on my back. And ole Mrs. Jones I need to feed. Sorry I'm not out there planting seeds, of paradise found. Seemed to been a bit down and lost. Oh, the cost was high but I was higher. Yes, the truth be told I am a liar. A lion in the winter. And I am lying if I pretend that I don't miss you. I miss you so. Much has been for nothing and apologies seem so hollow. I will make it up to you, leave bread crumbs for me to follow. Lol. My love. My world. My other half. I am a better poet, when we meet again we can laugh at me. I'm nothing you see, without you