Half A Year
Never enough
Luck
In the past
Because
I would buy
Pretty
Nice
Jewelry
For her
It never
Broke the
Bank
But enough
To turn
Heads
And maybe
Make
Girlfriends
Jealous
Or
At least
Buy time
On my
Arm
But bad
Luck
In the past
Because it
Never
Lasted
So never
Do I buy
Jewelry
That's
Pretty
Nice
Because
Bad luck
And half
A year
Is all it
Really brought
Me
Always Her
And I'm
On the road
I'm used to
Traveling
Back home
Tennessee
New York City
The bright lights
They keep me company
They keep
Me awake
On my
Way home
And the time
Changes
Buildings
Roads
And people
But it
Doesn't change
Her
Or the sunsets
We watched
Together
Because
When I
Come home
From
Wherever
I'm at
There's
Always her
Just The Fix
Guitars held
High
Without
Bow ties
And wine
To be
Drunk
A bottle
Already
Drank
Kinda
Almost
Worth it
A run
Too long
Morning
In the sun
Too much
Thought
Over shit
I never
Bought
But
I know
Lady
Lovely
Like her
I do
And weekends
Slept in yet
Stay up
Up all night
Talking
Because she
Carries
A conversation
So
Well
And shit
Four thirty AM
Came hours
Ago
But to
Say
And
Feel
Happy
Or content
Makes up
For the
Lost sleep
And too much
Wine consumed
Because well
These days
Maybe
There's a reason
For this
Just like
Wearing
A bow tie
While playing
The guitar
Held so high
And
If there's
A reason
For all this
Then maybe
Staying up
Late
With you
With all the
Conversations
Bleeding into
Morning runs
In the sun
Are just the
Thing
Just the
Fix
To be
Happy
And content
In a life
Like this
Wooden Heart
Around my
Neck
Sits
Holds
My wooden
Heart
With the
Fragile chain
Carefully
Linking
All the
Pieces
Together
Precious
What I
Carry
Each day
Never to give
Away
It
To anyone
Anytime
Soon
Wooden
Heart
Or just
Wooden
Love
Nice to
Look
At
Especially
When it breaks
As it
Splinters
Into a
Thousand pieces
Carefully
Crafted
Yet
Almost
Strong
Enough
To withstand
Anything
Everything
Except
But only
You
Pocket Full of Secrets
It's so easy
To forget
Or take
For
Granted
Things
Or her
Everyday
But then
One day
Just up
And leave
A blink
Then
Leaving
So easy
As its
Hard to
Leave it
Her behind
Because
There
Was
My pocket
Full of
Stories
Secrets
I never
Got to
Share
With her
If she
Ever came
Back
I promise
I swear
To share
Them
All
All
With her
