ACM

Your waves are rude and your lining is getting thinner All the thoughts would tingle and form a thick clot I'm not a doctor,I can't heal wounds Just a lover whose heart calls out to yours In cheer moments i say, I'd write a manuscript highlighting every time I felt loved by you,archeologist would find them on my tombstone I believe in afterlife and reincarnation, a lifetime isn't enough to get all the thrills of my love for you I'd hand you a plain book and make you write interesting pieces of how my body in the shower makes you feel And if anything ever happens to you,I'll matt your locs into my hair so I carry a piece of you even on days I don't remember who I'm And everytime I write an interesting piece and get asked who my muse was,I'll tell about about the man who became my Christmas miracle