I call him kookie,
because he's just so damn sweet.
When he tells me he loves me it's like a big girl on Roller skates rolled pasted me, he knocks me off my Feet,
But it's OK because his love is like red bull; it gives me Wings.
He makes me feel like a super hero, or like I'm capable Of doing anything.
He's like the worst kind of drug; one puff,2 puffs,3 Puffs,and 4
He ain't even gone yet and I'm already feigning for more. I don't want to say I'm addicted, but I don't what else to call it.
I swear if he was some kind of drink I'd be an alcoholic.
