i miss pt. 2

i miss reading your horoscope,

i miss finding myself inside your room,

i miss bugging to smoke our only bowl,

my only hope is you miss me enough to phone me though,

ive noticed that your window was open i guess youve owned the role.

being over its overrated and oversold an older soul the theory is understated and overtold, 

but whats the point of a garden for the warrior if the warrior only ever treats the garden like shes going to war.

i wish that you were missing me,

i wish writing a song could cure it all,

i wish distance just existed in dreams,

i thought persistence was key in how one should keep a queen,

a peasant with no prerequisites that had made me fit for king.

from instant message to an instant fling we went from burning incense in the benz to inching closer til we hit the sheets,

it happened it fast it what instantly just as quick we found a passion in our gab that attracted each other physically,

and now im laughing asking is this me and as you sleep my camera pans so i can candidly captured your mysteries,

so later on if it happens youre mad or pissed at me id have a couple snapped in my gallery just to get some sleep,

i wish that i could get some sleep,

i wish all of these thoughts would just stop, 

i wish something would help me get relief,

i get some piff a swisher sweet i hit up hemp to rip the beat,

a blissful exquisite rendition i wish that you were missing me.