she craves the love her mother lost
james you filled the void her father concepted
she craved beautiful words and tender kisses
james would rub her back until she moaned
she left the window open and the neighbors groaned
james you left scars on her heart not her arms
she looked to satisfy her craving elsewhere once you left
james you have been gone and so is her craving
the craving her mother lost twenty two years ago
patio poetry 