About a year since I saw you last. I hope you're happy and I wish you the very best.
I guess this is the last step in letting you go.
Monday, November 9, 2015
She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up
And baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone but she used to be mine.
