I get to thinking sometimes. I don't know why. I stare into the darkness. Looking for some light. . And I lie awake and wonder. Late at night. Why am I the lucky one.
You found a coffee shop you think you're gonna. Like a lot on the other side of town. Nobody knows you there, doesn't matter. What you wear on the other side of town.
You've got a way about you. I haven't laughed since he's been gone. He was a sad song playing. Over and over for too long. . I loved him so much. I was so sure of what we had.
The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again. . If I were a tender poet.