Ain't no millionaire babe
but could be if I had the cash,
little verses don't come
cannot even make you laugh
at my distant song. You could
tell all your friends of the man
who proves your loyal fan
make you smile beneath satin sheets:
your TV screen lulls you into half
sleep and the man of your dreams
sails on a boat away.
I miss you nights-whisky for the day
when you were close to me
all so simple and so free;
I miss you, I do, near me, but poems
and prayers do nothing, the thoughts
that come burning bridges and us,apart.
Tell me did I break your heart?
Not my intention to do that,never wanted
that, the ongoing smart of no sweetheart.
Yet I hope you got lots of friends,new as
the dew to bide the while
and as you smile think on me
kindly if not endlessly
for all that I didn't do.
I miss you darling,I really do...