I'd fallen for him many times.
But he always ran, everytime
It's like he was afraid of falling deeper into me
Or he even never noticed me
Sometimes we'd talk
We'd have intimate long talks
Naming our imaginary kids or even the places we'd choose to live
But something always wasn't right
Maybe it was me,but then again no
Other men saw and approved of me
So I thought maybe he had unfinished business
I gave him time and one day he looked for me
It was way late when I got to his place,
I tried sleeping but then again I couldn't
How could I sleep when I smelled him all over the place.
His scent intoxicated my thinking and all I wanted was to have his lips mounted on mine
Love is weird and dangerous
But it's him I want, I wanna be there
But am afraid he'll ran again,
He'll slip like an unrolled spaghetti on a fork
And I won't have him again,
How would I calm down my heart
How will my lips adjust to the cold that comes without his lips on mine
How will my body be without his touch
In the name of good things and love
Let me have you boy
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