The Crash Exhibition

She’s so pretty dressed in blue
can’t they bear to share you too,
Or do they recklessly ignore,
The prettiest that I adore.

When she holds you from behind
She’s flowing rivers through your mind
She’s blowing bubbles at the sea,
She’s blowing kisses right at me.

As usual.

I love our little life, our dog, our house. But I can’t be second choice forever. But I don’t want you to leave.

You have no clue. You’re so ridiculously far off the mark.

I’m always wrong