It’s been a year now.
What should I do?
Life is so absent.
All work no,
light of day.
I keep a journal,
of said goodbyes.
Tell me the truth,
and speak no lies.
A day in October,
don’t treat me too well.
Can’t stand the cold,
or the heat of my house.
First time I saw you,
you shouldn’t be there.
Of inspiration and the,
length of my hair.
It’s been a year now.
What should I do?
Dreaming of pictures
Of you.
The book of love says,
you two should run.
The book of love says,
love to feel love.
The book of love says,
no need to be scared
The book of love says
You two should run
I asked every question,
in a stuttering phrase.
She says she loves country,
I can’t but help to disagree.
We may start here something,
in a few days.
Before I know it,
she lives at my place
The book of love says,
you two should run.
The book of love says,
love to feel love.
The book of love says,
no need to be scared.
The book of love says
You two should run.
It’s been a few years now
What should I do?
She says she loves me,
and I do too.
Popped up a question,
from page a hundred and one.
It was unanimous.
The book of love says,
you two should run.
The book of love says,
love to feel love.
The book of love says,
no need to be scared.
The book of love says
You two should run.
