Sitting at her vanity
Music plays through the headphones
Dreaming with a broken heart
Cold glass against warm lips
Inhale molecules of tar
Smoke dances
She can't
It's
to
late
She's gone
Off to another place
A place of beauty and cheer
Forgetful Happiness and new ideas
Life makes much more sense
Smarter as I grow dumber
Wiser above my age
Common Sense
It flows
to
a
unique
topic change
about something
I, myself, Mama Mia
It's a spicy meat-a-ball ah!
Where was I going with that?
Sweet pea, apple of my eye
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You're the only one
That matters
a lot
to
me
I love
The idea
Being myself
The pros the cons
Comfortable Distance
Moving to Seattle together
New experiences
Barter fairs
But love?
Safe
I
Feel
Protected
In his arms
who knew
that
this
would
actually
work
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