Zoe

Love is a breakfast test, in this springtime of trauma, don't I feel blessed, sailing dangerously, with a would be Cassanova, all my troubles start with me, they roll around my head, it's a tremendous performance, like opening doors of a shed, howling like a banshee, my complaints grow enormous, why not just bend and breeze, Truth Social roars its manifest, everything inside me pauses, seeks wine at 8 am no less, shocked that am never at ease, a boat rocking in a storm, I try to calm the inner sea, will love see me home ?