While the leaves ‘round me are dying,
My heart with you is flying,
These whiskey tears I’m cryin’,
While you leave for a foreign shore.
My soul is slowly leavin’,
My shallow lungs stop breathin’,
My mind with drugs are beaten,
You left me here, you whore.
Jack Ingram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-gone-gone-3/
