All I get is pain when your not home.

Baby come back

What have you done to me
The things you've done
Back and forth
You mess with my mind
I'm close to insanity
What kind of love
Take you brain
And switches it
With your heart

Now that I have  been thinking about it over my sleep,
I think you are kinda like ice cream,
you are like ice cream on a very hot summer day.
you keep melting away,
but I keep taking you back,
putting you back up in the freezer.
Trying to make you like before,
at least I think I do,
but I keep losing parts of you,

Some parts of you that I love,
So tell me should I stop freezing you back
Taking you back?

You are no longer by my side.
What should I do?
I'm dying inside because I'm longing to hold you.
If I wait, if I wait until the next season, will you be back?
What should I do?
There is no way for us to meet again, you are out of this world.
I'm breaking down.
What should I do?
I don't think I can ever smile again, never again.
But I'm happy with you in my dreams.
What should I do?
I'm wandering around all alone.
What should I do?
I can't get over you.

I don't feel anything.
I believe what you say of me.
Her I am, feeling again.

Council coin counter padlocks the  door,
**** here no more they pronounce.

The lady Mayoress of 1952’s dreams are dead,
How she simpered,
Cutting the municipal ribbon,
Beckoning flys to open for her creation.

Now,
Coffeers in the red,
Fred from the chrome door plated department of the WC’s, bolts the whole fancy and flys zip back up.

Brexit ******* means no exit from our miserly mendacity in the face of civic decline.

“You can **** in your own home”, the local Wig proclaims,
Fiscal pressure means a motion that stops your motions mate.

The council bids your poohs adieu and asks you to refrain from complaint.