is it my fault

that you could imagine


you love


in the in all the bed of our night




over the span of its time


sobriety youth


twenty years desiring hope



Oh my e .




Shall see the night
spanking the guard

of its pain
I cannot my body
downsized by a heart
your








cannot speak
its the ear hurting down your veins
of god






its scramble switch god
















.





can I say



it's your fault?






.




a fault mending


a hauty regard over going and goodness


your love


I wore like a watch

down the pockets
of my heart
the pick pockets
and rockets







of love's dame






.






come home


.





come repose





here with the lips


that see'd you




.



your child son lover brother


Oh my sister



of after and evering

the time knocking the wind

out of shape .






Now isn't that funny
no one could imagine

time knocking the breeze

the blustery beast of the wind






but you do,
it does

it does





like every other rainbow


and this


these pains in my body
and more




but for you

















.