Look at that beauty! seeeeeexy!
I told you yesterday,
I was going over to your new house and help with packing-unpacking,
You called me at 6 a.m.
I don´t sleep like a man,
neither do you by th way
but you know my mental hay is in strange bay.
Not so much it seems
since I have been telling you I´m going to many times and then…lost in the mental hay
So, I can´t be all that sorry, but yet I am sorry for not following up with my Word.
I have things to do in my life to survive and overcome.
The great poetry is done.
Love you, I´ll try to be there tomorrow, who the fuck am I talking to? She doesn´t read this
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.