Can you remember when we stole your clothes?
And when we wore them with a plain black rose?
I swear I never would have struck that pose,
If I had known we would put on such shows
And that they’d laugh like all the large lost crows.
I wish you’d come and go and speak your prose.
You’d never know I’m at my all time lows.
We’d watch the sunset and the soft white snows.
Now and again I’d see your small pink nose.
I used to watch you as you’d sit and doze.
I’d listen to your breathing as it slows.
Now I cant watch your brother make his foes.
Instead he hunts and shoots and kills the does.
I wait to see him when he ups and goes:
He cant compare to when we had our rows
So now he pays the cash and sleeps with hoes.
I wish he’d understand my ways my flows.
You have me so much more than he’ll ever know:
I wanted you where you would say oh no.
I sent you up and down and on the “woahs.”
You tried so hard- I never once did groan.
I knew you liked it but you had to go.
I wish you hadn’t I still have your clothes.