Lunch Break

by angela   Aug 26, 2005


Sometimes, he's there
other time's he's not
His cute roommate though
always opens up.

I talk to his roommate,
almost everyday,
We always talk about stuff when
my guy isn't there, or away.

He didn't answer the door.
Of course i knew why.
so i drove for a bit,
till his roommate showed up.

We went in the house
and it sure stunk.
I don't think his roommate,
New what was up

I wanted to say hi, just to see him.
But when i got close to his door
the smell of pot was reeking.
I turned right around,
and sat on the couch.

I talked to his roommate
and watched some tv.
I somehow think maybe
me and him should be.

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