orchestrating a heavenly symphony©
There'll be no cake on my birthday
no steaks on the grill w/his special touch+way,
he was the grill master way back then
i haven't had anything grilled since summer of 2010.
There's so much i don't have anymore
like kisses and hugs and smiles comin thru the door,
even if i was asked to go to a BarBQ
i couldn't bear it Dear the chef wouldn't be you.
Over a year has gone by and alone i sit
in hell in a handbasket and nothing to show for it,
well i do have 1 thing to show
the burden of me follows people wherever i go.
Oh i would give anything
to hear that beautiful voice of love sing,
happy birthday to me
i'll be 55 feeling like 95 without his sweet symphony!
Copyright© 2012
My last ice cream cake melts in my heart
Now come back to share it w/me and let your serenade start
Sally
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