I laugh

I laugh, but it's not funny while I'm lacking love and money there is no pumpkin, there's no honey, and even when the sky is sunny I'm not warm in this cold season most the time I'm fuckin' freezin' the only warmth that trickles down comes in fetters by the pound as I form myself within this sleepy town And you, my love, where you stand wherever that may be and whomsoever that you are, I see you in the lights of distant, lovely stars I pray the nights we're not together won't be spent for us in vain through the time and tears and rain I hope one day we'll all be better I will love you to the letter whomsoever you may be. Mark Burton Sunday December 18th, 2:37 P.M.