Even more quiet than a soft kiss.
It felt as if I had fallen in an abyss,
However, inside there was a riot.
Nothing crossed my mind but Wyatt.
I always tried to dismiss,
The sweet smell of the ambergris.
Wyatt controlled me like a diet,
Which was worse than the sting of a pistol.
As I sat at the local bar,
Drowned by my emotions, I brooded.
I felt as if I were dead like a premature boll, and useless as an unstrung guitar.
Making another relationship concluded.