It’s a fever dream
The way that I love you
The cost of my freedom
For the price of my pride
It’s an endless stream
The way that I want you
But winning feels like losing
The chasm between us too wide
Dante was leaning over her shoulder, “Hadlee, you threw this together last night in minutes?”
“Yes. Sometimes when I can’t sleep because I have too much going on in my head, I jot stuff down. Sometimes it comes out as lyrics, other times a short story or a poem.” She shot an annoyed glance at Eric. “I treat this book like my diary. I didn’t even bring it to Dad. I copied a couple of pages and brought those to him.”
“You didn’t bring me this one,” he complained from where he sat on the sofa with Briar tucked under his arm.
“Because I didn’t see you between the time, I put it on paper
