I feel like a six legged bosk

I am grieving for my life that’s lost

But for that I feel like a six legged bosk

I am emotional and pathetic it’s true

But I can’t see a way to live without you

So laugh if you will, with your blackened heart

For I cannot bare for us to be apart

Don’t humiliate me with your wistful teases

I want to be with you if it pleases?

I love you in every way, shape and form

Being away makes me forlorn

So when I come home, just let me know

That you will never again, see me go

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