she gave me your number.

it was an impulse,

nobody knows why

nor questioned.

..

she gave me your number.

perhaps she cudnt careless

or care just enough,

incase the future brings us face to face.

***

at ungawdly hours,

when she can no longer answer my calls..

- the feeling i cant admit to the girls,

for i want no pity nor emphaty.

instead im in need of laughter.

the way things have been,

since the day i found myself

in her.

at that ungawdly hours,

i found him fascinating.
he made me laugh, like a hyena i wud

possibly maybe, is a mere rebound.

(it doesnt take long, before i misses you)