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