February 18th, 2008
I think about you every night
lying on my pillow
I wish it didn't end this way
I began to slowly willow
I kissed you with all my heart,
I gave you love and more
You pushed and pulled, pricked and pried
I was a default whore
So missing you on Sunday morning
is something of the past
Forget, Forgive, whatever- I'm done
This year will be my last
