lovely1

Lovely One, please won't you talk to me?

Lately, I feel like you look through me

Nothing really feels quite right when he comes around

Awkward talks and broken locks keep us

Drifting further every evening

All the while, a little more seeming

You've found the one

Cross my heart and hope to die lonely

But thoughts of you are something quite lovely

And what's the point of being alone when he comes around?

But tell me, love, when he goes back home