Random Thoughts

Me and u eating pie on the Eiffel

a goddess, body suicidal

grown man baby, I would life u

I mean wife u

same difference

u the type to finish sentences

ok, lets make this interesting

she writes art on my heart, u should see her penmanship

u remember the time we made love until we both couldn’t remember s***

what about every time when your make-up get smudged

every time we hug

right before we make love

then u blush

that’s when I usually lecture u about how u don’t need that stuff

then u tell me to hush

then we make up

but then again that was like every other day, I’m sorry babe

but your truly beautiful

trust me it’s skin deep, u don’t need to cover your outer layers like a cuticle

I finally found my baker so I cake her, I call her my Suzie Q

for seven years I’ve been choosing u

then I snap out of it and it hits me that not only are my nightmares real, but my daydreams are confusing too