The Daze of a Bitter Heart

The Daze of a Bitter Heart dare you blow away fluttering your dear eyes at me i threw my heart and missed life's a journey through each breath though i tried to be sweet dough rises for the baker's doe I now know the answer was sublime, no I see, and read a sea of red a few roses on one side some rows of make believe on the other roles we dared onto each other rolls of veil montages now quickly diminishing vales of doom deepening, sadly how? did you hear me howl? or know that I waited with the weights of doom overbearing my dear, my dear, my little deer, my aim was innate but not off though my exodus oft by you by Yules by your directed Yules of no's you sang in my passing you do know I've grown among the groans? yet i cry to my loo, often and quietly in lieu of being your burden I should leave like the rest of the seasonal leaves that sink oh how wish I was in sync with you i do not bow ... my dear one for i see that your doe has won connie pachecho 10/6/17