F L Y

It’s times like this that I hate

Like a heavy “I miss you”

That I can’t shake

The distance that my body cannot fake

An energy I crave so badly

But it’s hard to say

Whether or not our story ends or begin

I gambled my homie and friend

Just to end up with nothing

At the end of it all

Is this the end?

I can longer pretend that I stop myself from nervously hitting send

Because you are my favorite sin

& The bed of his chin

My fingers softly tangled in

As the curve of his mouth

Starts to swirl for a grin

I’m his happiness within

Hoping soon to arrive

At the house of Ultimate Love Connections

Just you and I

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