i was born with a romantic heart and a poets mind,
its a cruel joke unless you are by my side
i think and write about you and what we do
i laugh about our inside jokes. it comes naturally to me
my attachemnts are strong and my jealousy is a bitch
i envy the secret and our mutuall agreement.
ignore me in public, leave me hanging,
so i want to be pranging or erasing my energy through
frustrated push ups. when i focus my mind on you i wouldnt stop pushing
but then i know you come back to mine
and the realisation of your body next to me, oh my. the excitement
the warmth, the strangle, the dry bump and grind
all the while your eyes blowing my mind
my jealousy is a bitch then you look at me that way and my heart races
i want you, fully, irreversably, irretrievably, irrevecobaly, all to myself
my jealousy is born from the fact i know that no matter how much i want you
i never think i can and i never think i will, and that is painful
