Sunshine

sunshine on my shoulders and cloud blurring your porch

a year has passed since the jolly good times,a frame in the living hangs; anticipating happiness

the irritability of profound guilt tears you apart in nightmares,

bathtub gets you an orgasm of memories;sweetshine feb soaked in march

if only there was a way to heal you;an aisle to peace and harmony,

i wish i could rub my sunshine on your shoulders; clearing your porch...