Again

so we did it again...

knowin we should quit it

but we simply wont admit it.

it feels good, its so good,

but i wont do it again

your so dramatic again

after we go at it u get mad

and we go at it again

i love it, then i hate it

but he's my favorite, again,

wastin time i cant help

he's so fine,so we fake it again,

i think we're gonna blow it

and we know it

but I'm naked again,

we sit wasted then he taste it

and i wasted it again,

i cant invite him again

cuz he'll go 4rm

a lover to a fighter and I'll fight him again

so its over.!

but i told him to come over.!

again

wastin time

he's always on my mind

i cant let him go,

no he's not the best

but he's all that i know,

as much as we may try,

we can never see eye 2 eye

so in the meantime

i guess I'll say goodbye.

so i found a new friend

i wish i could 4get you

but i miss you

wanna kiss you again,

he's like you but

he's not you,

gotta find you again..

im jeaLous

I'm jealous of the white collard shirt that hugs your muscular frame. For the simple fact that when I hug you I hate that i have to let go. I get mad at the Blackberry that's permanently attached to your hip that never leaves your side. I swear I want to go a few rounds with that expensive cologne you spray all over you because I'd give my left arm to be in that bottle. Let's not start on football. Ugh. The time you spend with your eyes glued with your undivided attention. Psshhh. One of these nights I'm going to murder your pillow. Why? Because you spend night after night with your soft skin pressed up against it. Oh and the sheets. They feel every inch of you. They know your most intimate secrets. How do think that makes me feel? Like your closer to them than I to you! I hang my head as I sit in the chair that comforts you the most. Then I heard the keys that reside in your pocket. I see you and I smile. I smile because when you come home. . .the shirt and cologne, the sheets, pillows, and phones, not a game nor a chair matter. you come home to me and I get to do all of the the things that those objects do. Yet I do it better because I'm so in love with you!