tis’ been a while since I wrote to you,
a deep sensation of red,
deep down in my bed,
the bed of my heart,
the place I want to call my most hearted.

but yet. Tis’ been a while,
since I thought of your fragile​,
innocent and weak heart.

The place I wish to part…

Was there,

Over where?

In’t pub.

Oh my friend,
tis’ been a while…

( this makes no sense, but be patient. I’m an alcoholic binger and was drug addict. starting my recovery​, It’s day one. And I​ relapsed, in’t pub. This a fight of my conscience, and my hunger for’t pub.)