Last breaths of a sane man
She was unlike any drugs in my veins...
Addicted to her all of my life...
She busted my heart open like a grape...
And still I wish she'd be my wife...
What is this dream that I have eaten?...
Who's lips will this kiss share?...
Will love begin to smash my face?...
Break me down, shave my hair?...
Alone and broken, with no sight to see...
Left to wonder, solemn and alone...
Why won' she stay with me?...
Be my wife, my life at home...
Never understand anything I do...
Looking forward, falling behind...
I wish they'd throw me a bone...
Before I lose my friggin mind...
Poem for Heather: by Charles R Adkins