James, my beloved
I softly sing to the
woman sitting across the table
It’s not fair that he’s…
I quietly moan as she
whips her pen across paper
I love him
I whisper painfully while he
caresses my imagination
That stupid, stupid man
I wryly quip as I
clearly hold back tears
Love, or in love?
She says in a moment that hushes
and still somehow consoles
…Love?
Quiet, my heart.
Quiet, James.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
James, my beloved
I softly sing to the
woman sitting across the table
It’s not fair that he’s…
I quietly moan as she
whips her pen across paper
I love him
I whisper painfully while he
caresses my imagination
That stupid, stupid man
I wryly quip as I
clearly hold back tears
Love, or in love?
She says in a moment that hushes
and still somehow consoles
…Love?
Quiet, my heart.
Quiet, James.
