Money’s always been tight,
I just thought you knew.
But the truth is, dear,
I can’t imagine a world without you.
The lies I’ve told
were all born of love
and the mess I’ve made
is not one to rise above.
The thing about is,
well, it’s that once you start to dig,
there’s nowhere to go
but down.
Tag: poverty
Sprung
Was that a bird
or just a squeaky door?
Has spring sprung
or is that a leak on the floor?
The days grow longer
is that really a good thing?
Out come the bees,
fully ready to sting.
Autumn Siders 