Make A Plan To Love Me

I miss you October.
I need to see you.
I feel so underneath the ground.
If I don't see your face or hear your voice.

I don't usually do this.
So please don't think I'm just being a pervert.

I admit.
I went out with tons of girls.
Older than me and several years younger.
I never go for girls thats eleven years different from me.

And at that party.
You just stood out.

It was your clothes at first.
A white sparkle in mountains of black.
Then I looked at you, and you looked different.

Almost like this creature.
Just standing on four legs.
While the rest of us stands on two.

I thought you were at least twenty.
Thats how old you made yourself look.
With all that dark makeup around your eyes.
I must have got a little too excited.

And when you spoke.
I started to feel suspicious.
But I brushed if off.

Because you made me feel like a good man.
I never experienced that with another person.
Making me feel like I did no sins in my life.
Like I'm this freshly born baby or how
I took a long hot bath soaking away all my regrets.

And I know you never asked for this stupid mistake.
But this wise man used to tell me,
"Every girl gets the love story they want."

It may not be this love story.
But I think you wanted this love.
I want this love too.

Please call me again, October.

I want to feel your touch.
Laugh with your smile.
Get lost in your beauty.
Feel pure again.