He saw me, fell for me..took me home.
From then on I was his home grown..
very own..
chaddi buddy.
We shared a love hate close relationship.
I kept him warm.
He looked cool.
Sometimes he lost it and labelled me loose!
Controlling myself..I calmed down..holding him tight.
'I'm gonna chuck you for another,' he blurted shamelessly one fine day.
How long should I live with this whimsical him?
But I kept him warm.
He looked cool.
He ate with me..slept with me, and danced that dance so wild, especially when 'she' called him up.
Sadly, I held on to him with all my might.
I didn't wanna lose him.
I kept him warm.
He looked cool.
He called me loose.
Again.
He's crazy, uncouth, uncool.
I'm leaving.
I'm no fool.
Am tired of this drama..
love's long gone
Line's long drawn..
I must go
with the flow
for he's a man
but I?
his striped Pyjama!
