With out you I am lost
blowing in the wind with no direction...
I have an obsession
since you first touched me...
I am so angry
and I don't know why...
What do you do when
your superhero turns old and gray...
Sweet, kind, caring, loving to all
Caretaker and best friend...
I miss you each day
I grow sadder with each passing day...
On his death bed he reaches out
the ones he loves are there...
Am I losing it?
I hussle bussle...
I write to pass time
An emotional release...
I am winking at the witch
howling at the moon...
World keeps sending me poison.
I take my medicine...
I take my medicine
and try to do as my therapist says...