The hour is ticking
The moon in a mist
Got to keep asking
Where’s the moonlight tryst?
Trim the stem
You’re not here
Am I condemned?
Feeling’s so queer
I miss you dearly
My head is spinning
I beg of thee
Please don’t fling
Can’t get over it
As I look at your prints
I’m turning half-wit
Give me a hint
I cringe from memories
I can’t lift my spirit
How can I be appeased?
When I run in circuit
Living without you
I’ve had my chips
My life is through
Can’t come to grips
For: Cringe
Other “cringe” posts:
https://karenlynnebeads.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/cringe/
https://ingeniousopinion.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/freedom-of-choice/
https://yoursuccessinspirer.com/2017/06/25/cringe/
https://lovelyricism.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/i-cringe-and-wait/