Friday, June 2

friday, and i'm missing you -- so much

listening to some mushy love songs
while reading some work stuff
you've suddenly staged an invasion
capturing my mind and imagination

unable to control my hands, i texted you
i've said nothing except i missed you
i never expected a reply, pessemistic in lieu
but she did missed me and affirmative

oh, if this is insanity then I'm guilty
i'm insanely thinking of you
walking down the aisle our eyes in glue
growing old together in an ultimate tableau