Loneliness

Loneliness, and morals to guide the writer.
Lack of brain cells, it is good sometimes
alone be well, all too often,
I am free from the adult to follow.


Your breathing is calling me
the sweet honey bee.
My eyes when they are
like two jewels in the sky
My back and sliding along the long
my hair, and it only at night
upon on me.

I would like to have a pillow that
you put to sleep, my breasts are
calling soft.
I feel affection towards you
respect, and a lot of love.

Your love is not never
I intended. I haven
out of the vanquished.
But the stars of the sky above comfort
me bright distant embrace.

Yet another day for me arrives,
it is cold tomorrow?
Will start again from this loneliness
creation. In this valley
I can not hear anything I do not see anyone.
No one in my hair do not want to dive.



My father, he was a raw hard man,
unpredictable a rookie who knows him.
It was an educator by profession
He taught me how a gun
loaded, and the country defended.

He supervises now the site of the clouds,
still free of his powers
I guess I never have.
But the mind is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark in the middle
storms.

Your breathing is calling me
the sweet honey bee.
My eyes when they are
like two jewels in the sky
My back and sliding along the long
my hair, and it only at night
upon on me.