
it's hard to grasp common sense;
heart's out of defense
musing, moping, not coping
and it's not amusing missing you
my ipod plays my playlist...
songs that sense-track
moments I can't have back
I can't even finish a chick lit book
I don't even care now how I look
I can't wallow in "girl" stuff
I don't go on dates nor call their bluff
I don't crave hazelnut gelatto and krispy kremes
I want to be with you in daydreams
cocooning in bed, spooning...
thoughts playing in my head
songs playing, I listen, hit repeat and sit
on the couch instead
it could take me the whole playlist
to be in a state like this
still it would take me longer getting over...you
















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