Thirty Days

Thirty days are like thirty years to me as many tears in those years can I shed in a month forever is a day to me. I cannot resist a mercy relationship brought my way as I become the shoe on her foot she wears me quite well I dont yell. The few good women I've had in my life for the most part were gracious there mercy I wore cross my skull. I can make you cry dont you dare lie sitting there pecking away in your pink underwear, knickers black. Yes I have wondered a lot since November twenty four and will wonder more in your heart. As for the one that got away well I only go after bipolar women life then is swell getting your candle burned from both ends and the middle what a dream.