disdain

it is the only hidden

the only moss

the only purpose

for my laden cause

the suck for my pull

a pain for my woes

the only refrain

for my state of repose

the only disdain

i hold in my craws

is the fear of the thang

which gives me such pause

if only i could do

what i said

my own fears are true

the paths we could tread

it is no matter

what we had laid

we had remembered

the things that we said

The love that we have

transcend you and i

lets remember all that you and i spy