graveyard for broken hearts and
W4m cries text
soaked with red wine and late nights,
still looking for him.
Lonely, just moved here
seeks a friend and maybe more.
Is anyone there?
Woman in the park,
he thinks you could be the one,
but he lost his nerve.
craves that missing piece–a spark
Here’s a toast to you,
the lonely, misplaced, and blue.
May your dreams come true.