Heavy like sauce
with the richest of cream
Life pulls me down
its wayward stream
My tired arms
cannot fight if they try
You are the apple
of my every eye
I drink the red
and the white wine as well
I pour some in the roux
to thicken the smell
Spinning my head
swimming in thoughts
My heart weighed deep
is heavy like sauce
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Heavy Like Sauce
PoetryBlue the bottle and water red and little fishes swim in my head Your morose melody All at once got stuck in me and there I wept in my shame For your pain I could never tame Deep poetry for drinking deeply. All content in this book is under copyright...
