Oct 25, 2024
I face the age old curse of agility
As I watch my love leave
I face happiness in every fiber of my being
As I watch my love leave
My love leaves more then the coffee is spilled into the pot
More then cream curdled
More then spilled black ink
My love disappears as soon as the witching hour begins
My love gets left behind as I skip town In hopes of better days
my love is unhappy and always blue, my love knows I’d be blue regardless
my love , my love , my love is a drug that I’m hopelessly addicted to .
