Brunettes with curls

Brunettes with curls
  Dearest darling the time has come, for me to be myself and free.
I now see what you've meant to me.  You've been there in my recovery.
Seen the shit, the puke the pee.  All the good and bad of me.

 From high in heaven where you've dwelt, these five years gone.
You've shone angels rays down upon,
and queened the backboard making me gods pawn.

 I've met some fine women.  Some ladies, some girls.
Some redheads some blondes,
and a brunette with curls.

 My kink is OK, and I see with clear eyes.
That all I need are girl friends,
to produce my highs.

 The special one, with silk stocking-ed thighs.
That is the one, that
will elicit my sighs.

  I'll never forget you.  In your, high heeled shoes.
Always ready,
to redden my blues.

The females i know, I'm letting on in,
the sexy secrets I've,
tucked deep within.

 I,m opening up, not holding back.
I'm giving my all
bright white and black.

 The correct one will come, when the time it is right.
I'll not let the wrong one,
shore my locks or my might.

 I'll be all i was, all I am and can be.
Just a clean dirty man,
sober and free.

 With all of the love in my mind and my soul.
To understand and to comfort
will be my primary goal.

 No more, "Fuckin bitch, why don't you see."
More,  "Yes dear,
but I disagree."

 I'm now willing, to give it a go.  I'll forever miss you.
I loved you a bunch,
and just thought you should know.

 You no longer haunt me.  I've accepted your death.
Damn that felt good.
A tear a deep breath.