I remember, I remember when I lost my mind; There was something so pleasant about that place
Monthly Archives: December 2021
Every bit of me is hurting for you
I can talk to anyone, I cant talk to you
Come on back and see me when you can
The paradoxical effect of losing a loved one is that their sudden absence can become a feverish comment on that which remains.
I was lonely. Not just for anyone. I was lonely for you.
There’s no use in trying to debate that they’ve got it wrong
The goose has gotten fat
Maybe you’ll be pretty again
America we have a problem
My life is a hashtag 