Mila

A cross for her love, to where we drink wine, she makes us her buds, to sup beneath stars, it's not before time, everything called ours, shapes offers to above, lost in her rhymes, the year she went bust, hair like a jump start, shows how she unwinds, still drives her car, steers the old tub, down avenues of Lime, the cops take a look, never easy or calm, sitting by her side, life is just too stark, my home will do fine, sings into her gloves, just for a little while, life's only a crust.