I don’t think it’s meant to be, be. But she loves her work more than she does me.
And honestly, at twenty-three I would probably love my work more than I did she.
So we, ain’t we It’s me, and her. Cause what she prefers over me, is work.
And that’s, where we, differ. So I have to give her free, time, even if it hurts.
So breathe, mami, it’s deserved.
You’ve been put on this earth to be all you can be, like the reserves.
And me? My time in the army, it’s served.
So I have to allow she, her, time to serve. The time’s now for her, In time she’ll mature.
And maybe we, can be, we, again like we were.
Finally, my time’s too short to share.
And to ask her now, it ain’t fair
So yeah, she lost one…..