Her cheeks so rosie. I reach into her pockets full of posies,
Oww my arms around her, I know she’s cosie, however,
When she can’t rush, always late. leaving early, my fate
Knowing she’ll leave before I wake, forgotten plans,
No fans, making up for lost time, just another line,
Loneliness has no rhyme, shiver in the cold as I write,
Just another matinee of another say this, do this fight
Lighter out of sight, smoke intake cycle tonight.
Back turned, facing away, she doesn’t have to say,
A word, its in the way she lays, hidden in shadows of grey
