Missing you more than most.
I feel like butter, without the toast.
Halfway dead like partial ghost.
Except no Whoppi to hear me boast.
I feel so low, nowhere to go.
I miss the way you used to moan.
The words you uttered, that sunk right in.
The way you laughed, you were my yin.
But now no yang, I'm lonely man.
I miss the ways you used to plan.
The days we slept forgetting to eat.
The nights we dreamt, I felt at peace.
Before you came I never dreamed.
I never seemed to make an effort.
That's why to me, you make me better.
The love we made was so prolific, If I had to rate it, I'd lose my privilege.