Lovers Come and Go

I miss your warmth,
A little bit.
Miss to byte, just a little,
Your peachy lip.
I miss you giggling
At things that aren’t particularly funny,
How you call me darling
Rather than honey.
But, hey,
Lovers Come and Go,
As my song goes,
However, unlike the song,
After the ecstasy,
There’s been no misery.
Thank you.

About Cindo Santos

Songwriter, guitarist, singer, performer, a human and social commentator, a fellow traveller. From Florida to Berlin and a lot in between!
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