Us in the same place, Maybe I'm just feverish
Talking, cuddling, laughing, but I guess it all depends
on the situation, maybe I'm just going off the deep end
I feel it has to be meant
Not james, we bond like cement
up early in the morning, typing emails to you, from me sent
Seems lately we've discussed more, the More we shattered ceilings
I've squatted on my feelings, something like deep knee bends
I'd repent, but I know you're who I wanna be with
Our friendship is well seasoned
70 months or more, of course I'm no mathematician
Magician at times with rhymes, but there is no hidden reason
this is straight up like Jameson, no rocks in glass or water back
At the point when the phone is silenced, lonesomeness doubles back
Makes me wanna highjack planes, trains of thought are off the tracks
so I have to digress for now, until the feelings pass
Alas, you illuminate my thoughts like solar flash
Stylish you, Debonaire me, too much for a looking glass
two minutes on the phone, and quickly silliness has met it's match
Voyages get sailed upon, from pillar to post, and post to mast
a broad range of topics, uncovered like artifacts
And when you get sleepy, with you I want to crash
listen to you breathe, till in sleep we both sink fast
I know there will be arguments, but it won't make you less of a catch
Matter of fact I welcome that, all you could think of, and more by far
Cuz I know in my heart of hearts, I just want to be where you are...
David A. Abshire
June 8th, 2010~6:50am Central
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