Restless in my bed, rolling back and forth. Your fragrance littered all over my pillows, bedspread. In the bathroom Strands of your hair in the bathtub and on the bathing soap, my towel engulfed with your fragrance. Brushing my hair and I aint spared either Your hair strands stuck on my comb, brush. Not to mention the kiss you planted on my mirror…damn Pacing back and forth in my room Memories of you everywhere. Not you and it aint fair. Tried severally to arrange my room but I keep getting hung up on something that reminds me of you. And to think I’m the spik and span guy… Though you live and glow in my heart, Yet I’ll cherish the “haphazardness” Though scattered, it’s perfect.
Conformity doesn't apply to Geniuses. Feel free to think weird in a weird way.