Whole Lot Of Thinking. Poem by Dislocated Heart

She tells me.. she misses me..wanting to hang out..
why not.. harmless.
We've been apart for a while.
she misses when I hold her..
when I told her the sweet little things..
when we held hands and walked in the dark..
she misses how I say the little things..
when I laugh till I fall off my chair.
She misses all the little things.

She laughs cuz I'm the same old me..
I could tell she was trouble from the moment I saw her.
She had that look in her eyes..
more naughty then ever..
wont stop sending me naughty pictures.

Honestly.. normally I'd be turned on..
haha she didnt get the reaction she wanted..
the talk went on..

She finally asked..
I knew it was coming,
Now.. theres a whole lot of thinking..