I'm so ill I'm so sick
My health is so messed up
I feel like shit
My hair is like a mop
I'm miserable from bottom to top
Sweet Lord, please make it all stop.
Many things have Illed me
I don't feel good
I look for consolement at a beautiful tree.
She looks healthier then Nancy,
With pink flowers to inspire my sad mood.
I want to grow her twig
To see her grow at home
When im gloomy she will start to sing
Only when I'm caught all alone.
She is filled with life
As my effort is to grasp her in silence
And play her a melody with a fife
Easing my pain I release in sweet crisis.
It hurts.... It bursts...
I can inside me discern
What it is what it wants to do
I am concerned, my precious
Soothe me with all of you.
I want to be filled with your freshness.
March 26, 2019, 2:00 pm to 2:17pm
Author: Nancy laurel
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