All the lonely people

My only desire it is, and although I’m about to end it for us, we’ll sort it out, later.

You’re eating breakfast, and can barely hold on to your glass of milk which had to be carelessly served by your old mother.

Victoria, I’d love to call you my friend, but the sun simply looks odd today. Who are you? You tend to ask yourself, without much clue on…

Since I first met you I’ve been feeling too much to express to you.

And I wanted to love you, it just wasn’t meant to be.