I too wonder how you got here..
Trying to pull apart my defenses and sneak under the wall.
Brazenly walking thru the door as if you belong..
...here.
How did you get here is the song playing in the background..
Deborah Cox is so profoundly singing my thoughts unbeknownst to her and still..
I’ve asked myself that question a dozen times; for, this was suppose to be fun..
Let’s hang out, chill, fuck if we must but the keyword here is FUN.
How did you get here is now synonymous to Don’t leave me Girl…
Well, in your case Man but I couldn’t find the appropriate song to go with the sentiment..
You get the gest...
How did you get here...
Nobody's suppose to be here...
I tried that love thing for the last time...
Now I’m waiting for your call.
Your early morning text,
the sound of my name on your lips…
the smile,
the eyes
and of course my favorite...
the eyelashes that flutter ever so sweetly when you’re sleepy…
I didn’t want this to happen…
Tried to keep it from happening...
But yet, here you are...
in my midst...
dropping bread crumbs like Hansel and Gretel...
leading me on a detailed, yet, melodic path as if you are my piped piper…
…and all I keep hearing is...
How did you get here…
I don’t know...
Nobody's suppose to be here..
but I’m glad that you are…
....whispering...
I tried that love thing for the last time...
~aDr
