For My Sweetie.

Clean and Sober, with a Pure Soul.
But lustful and a Beggar for Sweet Honey.

Sweetie, please comfort my pain.
That deep cavity in my chest called loneliness, because sometimes it aches.

I would rather hold a liquorish rope in hand, then the hand of a fool.
Sugar cane to replace the absence of Romantic Sweetness in my life.

Tooth pang, over a rotten Conscience and a put-on Romeo.
When all is quiet and all is still, I know I can’t go on like this.

But I’d rather be patience and stay hopeful, then jump for a Bore.
So a hit of chocolate for now, because I know my Worth and Value mean more.