" On un-being in an imaginary real ‘lationship:
When you relive, the past, unkind,
you cannot see - you're simply blind.
Emotions - ages take to settle,
and love is fiercer than a kettle.
And in the desert, late at night
Your friends, you get to bite
The laws - they force you to a fight
The stone to glass turns - what a sight
At times I sit, and sit, and think.
What could be better than a drink?
The answer, I think, is a link...
To just one woman - just her wink.
It hurts when it hurts,
but the aching will pass.
At some point, it deserts,
all the hearts, of bent glass. "
― Will Advise , Nothing is here...