That something's off my chest
Thought I'd be stuck being less
Though the prize is a puzzling mess
Damn, an unlucky cough chimes out phlegm
No more hording worries
Or searching for apartments accepting romance rent
Oh Lord with all adoring mercy
Yearnings for a heart's kiss caressing to hold hands with
If only, if only this particular woodpecker sighs
This hole leaves an opening as articulate a sender's reply
One unanswered and as confusing as all of these rhymes
What was captured is through moving off dotted seamed lines
Bits now permanently staying like unanswered prayers are
Yet aren't those the greatest things?
Live loud, detergent these stains, go Garth Brooks when playing guitar
Patience is on par, so quit wasting weeks, you stupid star
