On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...
Make me special-blind
Show me only my friends,
Those two or three.
Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...
He said he pinched himself
Still in disbelief
That he is my husband
"Really, REALLY...!" he said.
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