Trouble

I always do this to myself
I let her get to me at late hours of the night.
So she will always have a hold on us eh heart?
From hometown days to new city times.
From age 18 to 21.
So it’s been three years and we still act like it never ended.
And she makes a black girl blush, and the kid inside me squirm
But we can never be what we once were, because we are not who we once were

So I can have nostalgic images and day dreams about our young love
But I can never rekindle the wick

And she can still call me her pet name she has for me…
But I can never answer them like I once did…

And texts like “i miss your cuddles :D”
Won’t make the distance fade.
And it certainly won’t make time travel backwards
But it will land me in your arms and my face buried in your thighs…

Looking for a taste of yesterday.

You were always Trouble.