Wildfire

By MS

Good morning, Gorgeous
The wind blows across my face to reply back
Man, last nite I was tossing, turning and dreaming
Of the day we would be back in each other’s life
Stressful days and sleepless nights
Sometimes me and Slim would sit up late night reminiscing
How we’d yet again ruined our life
Sometimes it’s like a wildfire
You think you have it put out and Boom
You lose control
How could I risk losing you again
When no one’s there with you
Anything can come true…
I’m lucky to be able to reunite with you
I know guys that can only talk about good times they had with you
I don’t get mad, only ponder
How I’ll enjoy you this time around
FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
I guess you’re gone now or until our next date 🙂

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