cream-O-crunch

We all have our weird sides.

I know a few who like spaghetti on vinegar.

I know someone who put water in her coke to taste.

In your case, you like to eat your cream-O crushed.

I love it, I just simply like the thought that you’d find something (anything. in our case, the billiard board) to crush the thing. And then eat it like chips being poured from the pack off to your mouth. You were child-like, so innocent and smooth.

I suddenly remembered that once I have loved you, and then gave it a second thought.

Have I really loved you? Or I LOVE you?

Yesterday’s been a whirlwind – all because of you.

Just like the song that you have been singing, you’re a bitch and a lover, a sinner and a saint.

You’re just so YOU, the guy I have fallen in love with (maybe still love). The very same guy that I have wanted to sing with the songs you have been singing. The YOU I used to know has become even more YOUnique, the YOU now just turns me on. You crunch my breath by just being you, by being the cream-O crunch lover you are.

But you sing songs of love too.

You’ve also been crunching cream-O’s and OREOs for and because of someone else.

You have been wishing to sing the very same songs, I wish I am singing with you, all for someone else.

The YOU I have LOVED…

and perhaps still LOVE…

Has OREOs to crunch, too.

But, allow me to like you still.

To wish to sing along with you songs I love.

Allow me to crunch this cream-O too.

Take Good Care little CREAM-O man.