11. Your stomach
You should've told me these things,
When I was bent and needed you the most,
You left me for a ghost.
Things to show you,
I was just getting started up again,
Fueling the fire of my desire,
In this picture of black and white I see
Times when you thought of me.
Now I am the past,
Dreaming sweet dreams of you making love to me,
Holding you up when you needed it the most,
All was almost complete,
I was who I was before,
Now all is in retreat,
And my dreams like all before,
Are tattered and torn.
But now I am a monk in my guise,
I know I can never go home.