Written by Jacob Ibrag
I understand the early sun better
than I do your smile. Ms. Double Entendre,
you’re making me second guess what we’ve become.
Miss sharing the night in the embrace of eachothers arms.
Ms. Don’t Worry, I depise drinking this morning joe. We’re
supposed to be sleeping in, not contemplating on yet
another weekend hour. Miss knowing who
we were before we got lost.