life with her, would be bitter-sweet?
no where to go, always wanting to meet.
no contact romantic, hugs and still some more,
but thoughts of that sort would be left at the door.

how would it come about, anyway, anyhow?
i'd have less than, then i ever have now.
but i see silhouettes, one is hers one is mine.
she got the keys now and im running from time.

but life without her, could it still be blessing?
im sure that it would, who's mind am i messing?
and the seed of worry, set deep in her mind,
would be like a bomb, waiting, something nasty to find.

and things now are good. they're perfect for me.
i've got things in a pocket, things run splendidly.