so much for saying

the early chill
and the lazy bones
pointing at
a long winter
of no action
and to add to it
a throat congestion
and stiff muscles
im thinking im
dying without you baby
in fact i am
in an endless fall
clutching your glove
look you tried to
save me baby
but i slipped on satin
and dip to hell
from deep below now
i promise to you
i'll be a flower
in your garden
look out for me in spring