And deny my love letters, but Iâ€™m still, â€śYa Boyâ€ťâ€¦
You tell me things, that only hurts to the boneâ€¦
All I wanted was your penetrating voice on the phoneâ€¦
â€śYour breathâ€ť, the way you catch it, and sigh at timesâ€¦
â€śThatâ€™s my loveâ€ť, like Nan-other, our emotions create rhymeâ€™sâ€¦
They do what they do; like now, they even talk back to meâ€¦
As I look through these words, they really let me seeâ€¦
Around the hard felt worlds, thatâ€™s intering now over the milesâ€¦
Our destiny canâ€™t be this pain, neither these trialsâ€¦
As nights when weâ€™ve shared, or only when, turning lose of my ropeâ€¦
And that, â€śCucciâ€ť, yes, I mean nope, nope, nopeâ€¦
But â€śthose lipsâ€ť, whoâ€™s really are they, time let me knowâ€¦
Jerry Springerâ€™s, Oprahsâ€™, or somebody on the Maury Show..?
This is real hard baby, what are you doing..?
Everything-thing, we loved, including the screwing..?
But before I stop writing, just remember thisâ€¦
Have a Happy Thanksgiving, and a Merry Christmasâ€¦
This is from my broken heart talking through dreams for our yearsâ€™â€¦
Iâ€™ve given you my love like forever; now stop these broken tearsâ€¦