The city lights shine
This very heart beats
only words of thine!
If you ask me, I'm fine
What about you, Missy?
Have you yearned for this kissy?
Miss me? You can call,
not when I'm busy.
Thinking bout me? must've
made you jumpy, oh baby but—
I'm sorry,
But what could this be?
Confined? Beats me—
I haven't moved,
but you're free,
Now twenty-five trillion miles
from me.
#6/20
-Wip-
