MESSES

 

Your skin hasn’t been touch in ages,

While I’ll I can think of is writing pages,

You miss the lovingness and the intimacy,

Your body is the most precious and lacy.

 

At least now, you won’t be insecure,

As you’re in great shape and have desire,

As you have been absent and pure,

And won’t say that you are tired.

 

Do you have a six-pack of abs?

While you have shredded the flab,

I just miss you in plain clothes,

But you’re gone and I guess that how it goes.

 

I have long hair and I’m overweight,

But I know that you see videos of me,

As you co-operate and while you wait,

You definitely don’t like the locks that you see.

 

The most I miss is your eyes and humour,

As I wished it wasn’t so long and you came back sooner,

Just your standing still makes me go crazy,

There’s not a part of you that isn’t hazy.

 

I don’t know if I can live at Magnolia again,

Since it’s infested with spies and bad recollections,

To take our home away isn’t a win,

We must start over in new sections.

 

The first thing were going to do,

Is we will go shopping for a new wardrobe,

And burn all the spy clothes as there never going on you,

Hopefully, I will be able to get close again and kiss your ear lobe.

 

You can have a closet full of shoes,

A closet full of shirts and dresses,

While you try them all on, as I will get amused,

And throw them all on the floor making messes.