Morgue Firepit
MORGUE FIREPIT ~Miss A Tell me, don’t argue, which direction did the wind blow, For I hear the fire pits blazing, humble footsteps on show, Please explain to me, what I did wrong? I see the chase, the cattle of heart running, I’m scared as much as I’m amused to find you again, To see you in the light, when you trespassed the darkness. I trust in the beauty of earth, still it does wonders on me, I believe the rush in my aorta is self explanatory, That I breathe fine, and the candle of my life is burning , I don’t need to see you my lord, not right now in churning. I promise to pray to you, with all my heart, To devote truly; then to humble your plans with ornery. You’ve come to my lane, I’m starting to feel the heat stroke, Hope you’ll change your mind, ‘cause I hear sirens, I hear roar, Are my tempted day dreams of running away in bad weather yours? But I fail, to resemble the parts of speech when it comes to you. I tend to forget all the words I’ve learned w