Finally feeling close to something better,
running, don't let her, always remember,
September to December coming over in October,
started with a cuddle but fulfilled it over,
she had another, only wanted friends,
just don't smother, maybe i can pretend,
that i don't still beat every third thump for you,
which is why i must try to ignore you,
plus you're too absolutely perfect,
injure a lost soul and never nurse this
sweet little purchase, silver to gold,
this broken down act is now getting old,
not sure how you are, not sure how you feel,
just know that i'll always know it was real,
slipped on like the peal, but cleaned up after,
guess she was the rebound on the lay up to laughter.