I love your insecurities, I love your messy hair, I love your sense of humour and I love the shit you wear. Maybe you’re not perfect and hey neither am I, but for some strange reason you’ve always been that guy. Whatever happens to the both of us and the distance we are apart, you are always going to have a very special lil place in my heart. —A friend
This article appears in Aug 15-21, 2013.
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Strange, when I look in the mirror I see the person you’re talking about, LOL
…Lol..
Sorry but “untitled” is still a title.
Cute rhyme.
Wait till his insecurities come out and prevail
when he’s downtown, and the beer doesn’t taste stale
that’s when his mojo will come out to play for real
and realize his heart is not made of steel,
she looked good on the dance floor, once a little dance.
she makes a light move, and puts him in a trance,
no worries babe, he loves you , it’s nothing to him
but what’s a little touch, a quiet one night fling
he comes back to you, all dressed messy and cute
and he never mentions that night..that night of ill repute