Just like that… I’m back,
I’m in the purple of the flame;
The all that’s not to blame.
You might have felt as though, you gave me the fame…
The safe part is behind that plaster you value; you still look lame.
Ha, Ha! If only you could feel it,
The righteousness of my kiss.
It is having a good heart that is bliss;
I’m sorry it’s public. 🤷🏽♀️
I’m sure you’re slightly pissed.
Untuck you’re shirt, you never did that before,
I’m sorry, I bet, slightly, it’s a bore.
I just hope it counts,
Your name sounds good just by the way my lips feel when I say the way it sounds.
The past is a mistake made by both of us, it weighs mounds;
I’m sorry if it is me that you think you found.