Don't you think he would know better; Disappears for a while; Hums with afterburn Upon return; Her, older and married; Him, youthful and dense; Yet she continues to bait; He continues to travel; As it all unravels. Cursed with longing That's just deception. Unreal in the real. Only good in the steal.
From libido form through the eye of the needle the climactic storm. Love rules with a view not just a stickler for vroom a home for life not just a closet for brooms.
They say "time flies when you're having fun." But I don't remember having any fun. And I know I'm not the only one. I remember working. Fighting about money. But, for the life of me, I don't remember my kid being much bigger than a bunny. I remember being stressed in great detail. I even remember daydreaming about getting a boat and sailing away. But of all the things I wish I could remember, I wish I knew where the time had gone. Where my life had gone.