I sat and pondered of you
Long and deep, my insecurities
Clawing at my nerves as many
Insults in frivolous parlance
Came back to me; The clouds
Were grey, the day was shrouded
In a mix of hope and rusted dust
As I hoped to hear a word from
You or see your face just the same
As I always must; it's now at the fag
End of the day as I lay thinking
Of all my thoughts and heart
That was sinking that my word
Is precious, my committment
Is a hard rock diamond and
That I could never let you shed
A tear my sweet whether or not
We meet as all the rusted dusty
Insults come back to me I'll always
Summon the powers that be
Just so that I can hear you speak
Or glimpse and see your sweet teeth
Just to give you a good time with me.
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