Days of A Year Not Counted

I still think of her, as I drive on by.
And I still imagine, what the city would be
 like, if she held onto my arm.
Despite her curses, her 
plans, her 
destruction, I still find the true and 
good light. I'll always leave, a
place in my heart. For the 
gold to settle, among which 
I cannot part.

She wont speak to 
me, so I'll be a ghost
Where she cannot see 
me, But feel I'm there.
She'll write her poems 
And I'll read her beauty.
She'll show her face,
and I'll watch her smile.
May I forever watch
and pray,
she better,
fucking,
take
care.