Beside

There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross

Love Gazing

What is better than Stargazing on an old blanket

His phone is ringing again And again and again

Make love to my bed In a lonely parody

My shattered pieces fit into his Not because they matched

Put my life on hold For a broken promise

Spinning in circles like a little kid Going and going

Power out, misery A cold night

Love is, is,

My suggestion is you wait and see how life without him is.