The Yellow One...

Thinking of you makes me hungry,

and im not sure why...

Do i miss those amazing muffins you make,

or was it your heart that was as sweet as cake...

Do i miss your choclates that i preffered to cocaine,

Or was it the way you kissed away my pain....

Do i miss the cheeese cake and Ice cream,

Or your love that completed my dream...

Was it that brilliant banaana split,

Or the way you amused me with your wit...

Was it the choaclalte moouse,

or the way your company set me loose...

My fridge when opened looks like an empty desert,

Without your Lakes of Chocalate,

Plains of Black forest,

and clouds of whipped cream...

But that does't matter anymore

Its not your deserts i miss,

Its the way you cooked me bliss...

And at the moment salty realisation hits me,

Its not my stomach thats hungry,

its my heart...