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Dear Ex

Hello Ex Girlfriend, I know you never expected to hear much from me
But I hope that you are doing okay
You know that I'm a man of ego, higher than what eagles fly on a rainy day
You know that I am always right, and that the only time I'm wrong is when I have to ask for the greenlight to go in
Okay, you know a lot about me
Or should I remind you of my tongue game? Do you miss speaking in tongues, do you miss getting wet like a rained on cat? Do you even miss me?
Personally, I never thought that I will ever miss you, I'm not even sure if I am missing you right now, but I think I want you closer.
Not as Girlfriend and boyfriend, hell no!! Not in my wildest dreams
But as adults who know what they want.
I know you tell your friends, the likes of Janet and Shiko, that I am still immature, okay, you might be right on this particular one.
I know I left for greener pastures, yes I am a nomad of love, or am I the cow?
You see, I thought that your friend had all the qualities i needed, she surely did. She was the slim type of girls with some considerable amount of ass, she had the type of height that made think I was a U.S citizen, nasiongelei Uncle Sam, her complexion was close to yours, but I think she had no time, despite her always rocking fake Versace and Rolex wrist watches
She was always busy, she was always out partying, she always never had credit to call me back, she in fact was never there.
Not that I'm complaining, not that I want you back, OK not the type of want that you want
I just miss your sweet dishes, i miss biting my tongue, I miss going back to add water for Ugali,
Let it not look like I have not been eating,
I think it is the warmth of your kitchen sink that I'm missing, how I carried you around
Aaah Ex, you are a big person, you are mature enough, cant we talk this over some evening coffee date, or should we catch up on Friday night, and go dance the night away?
We seriously have a lot of catching up to do, do you still like grilled chicken? What of T.O.Ds? Do you still take alcohol, or you gave your life to Christ? And if that is the case, does it mean that you are now single and that Jesus is the man of your dreams? Do you mind waking up from that dream? Because guess what, am back in town

*Doluh Words*
© *2018*

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