He's on his boat off the coast of Croatia. I'm in the hospital room, sitting beside my Mother.
My hurricane breaks through: I just wish you were here, babe. Beside me, under the stars eating pizza, drinking beer. I'm thinking of you.
Perfect timing, that's his. My perfect storm.
2 comments:
is he a soldier? why is he off the coast of croatia?
When is he going to visit?! Tell him not to make us come to him.
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