Poem

Living without love
is like singing without a melody
pointless
waking up alone
is like blues with no soul
pointless
living for the money

My life starts to suck as it runs down the drain.

I'm tied to the tracks and here comes the train.

The clouds begin to hover as the sun goes away.

            I check my watch while sitting – it must be wrong,

Every time we go to a costume party, you insist that we go as a horse.
If I was your wife, I'd get a divorce.

You wear glasses, have acne and a scar.
But you're beautiful just the way you are.
Some people are cruel, they point and laugh.

No matter what you're going through,