It’s been over 10 years and I didn’t know you could count the passing of time with heartbeats and pillowtalk.
We meet again and again on the crazy winding trail we call us.
Sometimes I know I should make more fuss.
Not every man gets a strong fine woman in his corner,
Then I remember I was never that guy and you said I should never change.

Strange how this life gives such unexpected turns,
Low key individual shifts that ripple where our lives intersect the universe.

On most counts, we came out lucky.
Although it doesn’t always feel that way when you’re knee deep in shit.
But there you have it. 
Can’t always stay clean.
Damned if I aint the luckiest lugnet to find me a queen who don’t mind the smell.

You once asked if I ever tried to count the kisses we’ve shared.
After some mental gymnastics I realised it wasn’t enough.
My lips aren’t even tired.
Fraid’ I got to go now.
​ Time to add one more to that tally.