MY WASTE MY HAPPINESS

MY WASTE MY HAPPINESS Saw…. How very Contemptible and dirty him this waste
Must be you hated, gaze at like bitter him
The heart was not coloured
Threw the face away,and was busy
With the coat and necktie again
That was regrarted as high by you that But You never tried to guard him
Hoped a drop of ray was overturned the waste??

You never felt like the star,that waited the moon
Was seen small and hoped big always
With the arrival of the blassing from a pile of waste??
Please to silent, and pointed your face to me
I that always wainted and wainted…
Scraped the waste,quoted, and hoped for my happiness I never lifted my hands to you
But at least saw and felt what was wept over by me