The shape
of blissful thoughts
float like melodies
in the breeze
as limericks of love
to Nacy and me.

There's nothing left
but expectations
and wet sand
on melancholy evenings
beside listless tides
and lengthening shadows.

be positive they said
it will be fun they said
yeah mmm nope not for me
i will admit i am a negitive nacy
bi ******
ugly
*******
and i have 0 common sence so at least i have the ***** to admit and not run from it!