Miss You
I found somebody who could have been my twin flame so descretly dress in all black.
Stuck in the same matrix of downtown entertainment, drinking to run away from the daily routine.
Easily attracted to the opposite of flashy.
You could smell the Hennessy on his breath but still I wanted to see if he could keep up.
When he could move to the rhythm of my hips and treat me so respectfully although I wanted to be hounded for my telephone number. I wasn’t
I asked for his.
I needed to see him again, all because he didn’t want to be seen.
I spend time with him again and again.
The compassionate, passionate, intellectual computer junkie, that builds all things and loves to cook.
Love for his family first and then there’s pampering me to no end.
The more I started to feel. The faster I wanted to flee.
Worried about being left, or being taken for granted by someone who didn’t want nothing else, I decided to leave first.
So I left and I never turned back.
But this universe knows, I miss him.