When you feel lonely

Dear diary, I met that girl today

I don't care what you say about her curvy frame

Because when I'm away, I struggle to find the verbs to say

In a nervous state that I try to purge away

But, being around her, I always find the words to phrase

I feel like I am parading around the pearly gates; an early grave

And, whenever she's not there, I’m going to burn to ash

I heard her laugh; my heart performed a circle dance and under a certain trance  

She wants to take baby steps

I'm not asking for amazing sex, draped in sweat

But, I just can’t be a mate or friend

Because when I first saw her, I had to take a rest

Inhale a breath; I was major mess that was gaining stress

Messaging like, ‘Hello, babe’ it was my greatest guess

Looking back, I regret that bait attempt

She ignored me, she’s just playing hard to get

Although, it felt like a bayonets razor edge taint my flesh

I also saw her up town, and I walked behind her to the door

It was a risky decision

Because I had enough doubt that if her son’s about

I’ll get punched out, but me and her are in love now

She’s my tough gal; so I ask when I can come round

She replies, ‘No, you incisively scheme about getting with me.

And, those messages saying that we’re together and free?

It something I will never believe or ever repeat.

You are pathetic and weak, so if you didn’t mind exiting please. ’

After that, I had the sket on her knees, sex on the street.

Couple hours afterwards, I met the police and I didn’t get a release

Moral of the story, she will be the one for me