Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

pancakes

Cold milk and spiced eggs,
It's been a while since I've had that.
It's been months maybe,
Who knew you cared that much?
You think the night was long?
I feel the hours were cut short.
Or did our feelings drag on the night?
It's actually hard to pin down thoughts of the night.
So much did happen,
The writings drew out of us unexpected thoughts,
Unexpected feelings and old unnecessary memories.
At least it did to me.
But at least I got to write it to my playlist and yours as well.
Did you like it though?
Did you notice how I tried to make it suit both our souls?
"6" Lack , or is it "Black"?
We've never quite had a conversation around him.
Because I know how your head will lean in
When I don't get it right.
I know how your perfectly white teeth will shine though the darkness,
You'll laugh through the cracks of your voice.
And I'd laugh and probably hit you,
But the laughters will fade into the night
And turn into mediocre whispers
As it always does.
And I still wonder why our faces get so close.
I wonder what we both long to see in these staring eyes.
How much of soul are we looking for?
Beats me
I write good to Caretaker by D.R.A.M
Just thought I'd let you know.
One more thing. You said we weren't,
But can we be friends?