Im broken,waiting for your love to heal me...
Its been long ,long enough not to hear my heartbeat.

So i work overtime hours ,not to miss you...
You dont get it,i have future plans and fairytales in my head.

Let me know when im wrong or when its over,this way i can make the galaxy  my pillow and count the stars,
stars you mentioned there where in my eyes...

Sometimes ,
Sometimes i walk in the streets and within the seats of the city ,i see lovers everywhere .
I know love doesn't pay the bills,but gives me the power to hustle to pay my bills.

These are my loner days,
Days of shedding dark memories,
memories that will fool the moon to rise at day.


Lisa The Poet