Dear N - - -

Leeze oan me
Hous ye daean?
Giez yer gibber worth the haen.
Ma thotes
hode hings no worthy ay sayin
yitt ah nivir wis yin fer listenin, else Ah wid
bother wi the scrawl
" Try Prayin!"...
Naw.Ah'm fair skaithed bi lang syne
yer lips sae saft,sae divine
touchit mine.
Ah'm still keekan fer a siccar remeid
tryin tae cultivate ma gairden
an howk oot the weed.
Ah graspit the rose,scratchit bi the thornes
life is lik a bull,ye aye maun grasp the hornes.
Fae a froastit hert ay a lanely chiel
whae's manglt bi time
an tae dozent tae heal
-Ah wish ye weil.
Mey clood aye help us lear
iz you huv plainly,ma lovely dear.
Ye'll ayewis huv a place tae bide
in ma hert an thought
dinnae fash yersel ower me
Yours Aye,
Scott

S x.


(Fae April. A Scots epistle to 'N'. I seriously need to be done wi this sooooo bad.I can't keep having a thing for her like I do.I lied to myself I didn't but I guess I'm wounded by it)