Heartstring Struggle

Early Saturday morning a fall September chill is in the air. I'm trying so hard not to fall victim to torment and despair. Just one more minute in the sun and I'll walk with you over there. Kiss me when it's cloudy ignore me when it's important. She said she is getting an abortion, just going to scrap my seed off of her vagina walls. Not ever a trace of me there at all. I fucked up and looked back ... that's how I stumbled and fell. I'm in Harrington again. Everything reminds me of you. The breeze whispers in the trees I somehow drift and start to think about you. I want a more obsessed catch I'm tired of falling for community whores. Please leave no note at the door. That is all ... I'll always love you ...