Tornare,
I’ve done with lies.
As...
I’m too old, for all that shit.
What you see, is what you get.
It’s up to you, how deep you look.
If
For what, you..... want.
I never won.
No matter how I played.....
That tenuous game, called love.
Perhaps, I should have just....
Cheated,
like all the rest.
But I thought my heart...... belonged,
to only one.....
.......you.
So
I washed away, the loneliness.
With shots, and beer.
Being, the ever faithful.
With a bottle
Until
I’d returned.
Giajl © Jim Love