I was stranded in Lanark,alone and
Trembling like a fiend stuck outside
in the winter's coldest night.
I still had hours 'til the first train of the day
And when I left I knew I wouldn't be coming back again.
This little heart of mine
It's a crime how cruel you treat me
My love O love o' mine
You weren't kind enough to **** me
Not even the decency to give me the kiss of death
Before throwing me back on the street to be devoured by my worst enemy
And forcing me back into the solitude that brought me here to begin with.
Oookokok we are setting up shop to go out on the most explosive wimper,ain't no one about to read this ****.
This verse/section didn't fit at all with what I was up last night trying to make(and as I haven't wrote poetry longhand in ages I forgot you can just edit the bad stuff out later when typing it out, rather than just edit it & delete stuff on the fly,I really don't know how I'm going to even sort the rest when I finish)
Anywhohas, I will just throw this to the dogs now
( pronounced: dawgz )
Dedicated to my wife Drizzy Drake&our 18 children.
