It was more than a year ago I admitted you were no good I tried to let you leave my head And you did But all good things must come to an end they say And one short week was enough to pull me back Sorta I was convinced things were different We were friends now Temptation was prevented by my faithfulness to Someone Else Until that Someone Else left and surprise. You were back. creeping your way back into my head monopolizing my thoughts I tried to remember You are no good But every time those six letters appear on my screen my heart jumps a little So please Don't talk to me today if you don't plan on saying Hello tomorrow
Definitely a little rusty. Emphasis on the 'free' in free verse. If you want to keep your piece of real estate in my head, you'd better start paying rent.