I wish I hadn't gotten to taste what we could be--
bedtime don't let the bed bugs bites,
morning rise and shines.
I wish I had just continued in this old routine.
Giving me hope and taking it back.
I have faith, but it's still lonely.
I have Jesus, but I'm still lonely.
I have you, but I'm still lonely.
I have them, but I'm still lonely.
An independent nature is a fine second prize.
Put it on and pretend I'm proud.
I miss you.
Hit publish and don't worry about those reading too much into it.