Unt. 15

Dear other half, I've misplaced my looking glass, no more searching, been done with the very last.. Problem solved, no more head throb b.s., heart robbed and redressed with anotha one, needless.. To say I've regressed, I'm feelin' better, bleed less.. I'm open to find you, if you love letters, I rhyme blues.. Can I design clues, drop lines by the time scoop, epitomize every word that can shine through.. This may be out of mind, out of sight, but if it finds truth, the least I can say is that I've tried boo..