Slept with someone else,
night; thinking of someone else.

drunk,
and a broken string.
I have loved you even though I never heard you.

These broken songs that I play and sing.

last found: eating chocolates
I can't stop thinking about you and him

I still taste the salt
from the sweat of our friction
your laughter echos in the cavern
where I buried my heart
the flame of your smile
fades with the days
and with it
its warmth
but lend me now
the wool of your words
and I’ll fashion a scarf
we know December looms

How are you?
Are you in love too?
It's wonderful isn't it?
I wish you luck

I will be your healer.
Your provider.
I will be the one that you love.

I will be a counselor.
Your total answer.
I will be the one you love.

I will be your dream.
Your **** fantasy.
I will be the one that you love.

When they speak of me?
You will talk highly(Cause I am the one that you love)
I will be that smile on your face that another can't erase(I'm the one that you love).

When you so far from me?
There won't be any jealousy because you be so happy.

Some will be amazed and say many things.
But they can't say(I'm not the one that you love).

Cause I am a provider.
Even your personal healer.
But the one that you love.

Stop it!
Stop covering up for his abusiveness.
Just stop it.
Nothing for you to be embarrassed about.

If you expose him for being one abusive spouse, lover?
Stop being his coverup?

Broken bones, busted lips, and black eyes.
And then clown **** wants to apologize.

Stop it!
Stop being his abusive tools.
Soon you are referred to as a fool.

Stop it.
Stop listening to those trying to advise you with you know he loves you?
Most advice like them comes from those that lived in your shoes.

Stop it.
Eventually, the clown might end u killing you.
And then those apologies he told you simply won't do.

There someone way much better waiting on you.

The ink from my heart wrote you a song
Thoughts bleeding onto the page
But the words I wrote, I got them wrong
Now I’ve torn them in my rage

I tasted each note upon my tongue
I prepared to sing my tune
But before I started, I was done
The notes trailing off too soon

The memory of your song won’t fade
Try as I might to forget
You do not deserve the art I made
Know I play it with regret

I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid, oh girl.
Not like certain men.

Give me your hand, whenever we in public?
I'm proud to hold it.
Give me your hand. whenever we in private?
You know how much I love you.

I'm not that dying breed trying to erase these good memories.
I'm so happy to see an older couple so much in love.
He is opening doors and holding her hand.

So give me your hand(whenever we in public)
And I proud to hold it.
Because you alone are my woman.

So many today rather impress their friends instead of their woman.

Just give me your hand rather in private or in public.

If it should ever rain?
And we have no umbrella to place over us.

I will be that umbrellas protecting you(Why)
Because I the man that loves you.