How you are...
Your old enough, I am aware you can hold your own.
At times you are the only thought that crosses your mind,
We are entwined in some web that's inflammable
Which mean it remains.
Rose down my throat, I cough some out in hope that you will be on the phone to cuss me out as always...
Stress out to my amusement but that's no longer there..
No missed calls
As much as I have made my decision, so have you.
I was just..
How you are.