Except My Hugs

Except My Hugs  Written by D. W. Breidenthal You think everything's passionate and sincere  Except my letters, texts and hugs You think cats are warm and friendly You think dogs are dependent and full of positivity and vitality  Except my heart, kisses and hugs Oh, how it bugs me to death I can smell a stench of lies in your breath You're lying to yourself - last one to lie is a rotten egg... I guess you are the creator of lies (it's in your insidious nature...don't feed me lies now) You appreciate your friends and family and you love their rare embrace Except my hugs (and that really bugs me to death)  You think everywhere's a place of rest... Except my shoulders...except my fatigued hugs (tired of not hugging you another day) You think you are the best out of the rest...but I'll try my best (to think not dismay...not to sink in disarray) To not be infuriated by you... Though you accepted people's gifts Except my hugs...you refused them...long ago...(and that really bugs me to death)  You're heart's as hard as boulders...where's your prudent glow? Who knows... Where your twisted wind blows  Only you know...you're as dark As a midnight crow... Cawing before the dawn... And yet, I must drive on... Must move on with life...(now that's a big must) Though I'm living with unbearable, vexing strife (my family tells me to wipe off the dust Off my boots and bust Some moves...just cause I don't want my dancing skills to rust) Oh, how your pride drives me up the walls Graze in your own maze... (It means"mind your business" - get my drift) You never answered my calls (I won't offer you a lift and ill just watch you drift... Away on a ship...with a small rift. Hah!) I'll watch you fall And laugh at your calamity  Hah! Because you thought Everything made you feel like you belonged  Except my hugs  Except my hugs  Except my hugs (and that really bugs me to death)  ('Sorry' won't cover it - now that really does bug me to death)  You made me draw my last breath... And I felt like I kissed death... Literally  Just accept my hugs But you loved everone and everything, But my bear hugs. . .  Except my hugs... Accept my hugs... I beg of you Why do you make me  blush blue?  I guess I'm left with 2 mugs  "Let me have a refill of bear please?" Asked James Dunk. Maybe a shouldah prayed on my knees, thought he...thought he...now he regrets getting drunk.