He was one of a kind better than
I dreamed
I told him a secret then was
nothing of what I
seemed.
To him I was beautiful
then too much was exposed.
Still I wait till I take off his mind
all that I disclosed.
The chills he gave me
my heart would pound.
I followed him everywhere
till he was nowhere to be
found.
I pushed, I made,
I thought this was lemons into
lemonade.
Looks like it’s a mixed drink.
I miss him so much but he
is not worth a mintue’s think.
Laying on the ground after
whiskey and gin.
Putting in too much like
the information I
gave him.
Afraid of what he would think,
I became a mixed drink.
He couldn’t wait till I arrived
later I was the reason he
was too emotional
to drive.
I’m just glad
he’s
alive.