When we first met,
It was a bed filled with roses,
Milk and honey,
Sugar and spice,
And everything was nice,
You were my Ying and I your Yang,
I never wanted it to end,
I craved for you in ways,
I had never craved for anyone like this,
It was too good to be true,
I literally could not get my mind off you,
You were the sunshine in my storms,
But,
Why do I have to keep on thinking,
About where you are and who you are with?
Why do I have to keep counting the days,
Until you decide to hold my hand?
Or shower me with kisses?
Or do what you said you will do to me,
In those texts?
Which you stopped texting me,
But you text her?
Do we have to go for weeks,
Without hearing each other’s voices?
And then lie to each other,
how much we have missed each other?
Does it have to be this way?
I know love is not all about roses and bursts of sunshine,
But shouldn’t love never change?
Let me always be your Yang,
You are the ganja and I, the lighter.
I need to be selfish when it comes to you,
Because we were made for each other.
I belong with you and you belong with me,
My Sweetheart.
- INNER WORK. - July 7, 2023
- SELF-GRATIFICATION. - July 4, 2023
- “TWO SIDES OF A COIN” - July 1, 2023
