Unfinished Rap, pt. 1

... and now I'm sitting here in the night writing rhymes by the lamplight when it shoulda been your body pressed up against mine now I sit with my pillow sitting, weapin like a willow felt like we had barely said hi then you had to go was it ten minutes thirty, sixty girl I don't know cause when you're by my side time doesn't seem to flow then your man got sick and you had to split quick and now I hope this shit don't make me sound like a dick I hope he's well, I like him too, but that's more complicated sometimes I think this crazy poly life gon' put me in a hearse instead every time my heart break I come home, I write verse course I know you'll never see this cause you not on Facebook but then I guess your man will maybe he'll let you have a look but now it's gettin late my brain is turning to toast gon' put a cap in this rap and turn it into a ghost.