Comments about kay connolly
The Only Truth That Hurts.
Your laughter alone was enough to heal the bruises.
Missing the small things is causing me to lose it.
Hour long phone calls and meeting half-way,
kissing and adventures when we rode the subway.
Cookouts every week, and the 4th of July,
giving me no doubt that you were “the” guy.
Beginning to argue, developing a habit.
Fighting for the last word, when neither could have it.
Revealing your armor in the form of a fist,
you exhausted my good sense, my mind refusing to exist.
Reviving my instincts, I decided to leave.
It broke my heart to see a grown...