Give me one,Not three,
Not four,
For I have none.
My heart's too cold.
Tread on the lonely road again my heart will not.
I am at my tether's end,
Should you ask me to leave now,
I shall not look back.
Buckets have been kicked before,
And mine is too near,
And oh my leg itches.
Create in me a warmth to see me through,
For I am yet to find a love so true.
Worry not, I tell myself,
But with every thought,
I find a new knot,
On mine heart tied.
Fear surrounds me,
I who ran out of cards to cheat life with.
Time has come for me to pay up,
But not a dime is known to pockets mine.
The bottle, my new mate.
Memories linger,
Of the hue days I played the lad list,
Of who to stay and who to leave.
I am part of no list today.
But of life's mist, that covers my chance at love.
