Memories come back to me
vividly I see them
you calling me 'mahyar' in that gay voice of yours
i say back 'raayna' in a mallu way
i miss you
your face
your hair
everything about you
our talks
about things that were so random
i mean things like stupid white people and bolognese spaghetti sauce. DA FUCK. hairum pigmentosum.
I miss you
your eyes
your beauty (booty)
hours would pass by when talking
and I would not care
because you were all I needed
you made me whole once again
time had come and you had to leave
at first i tried to understand
but now i feel at one and lonely
I need you back
but don't listen to my pleas
stay there
because greatness awaits you
and you await it
I miss you
I love you.
(meant it in a totally non romantic way)
