Ciara my dear
without you I fear,
I might just run amuck.
You've kept me in line
time after time,
even though my attitude sucked.
Your pure voice of reason
and good sense well seasoned,
lend sanity where there was none.
And though I am krass
and sometimes an ass,
you accepted me when I was done.
At times I'm a jerk
a real pain in the arse,
I sit in the bank and I cuss.
yet though I am this
and a lot more too,
you still listen when I fuss.
Ciara I miss ya bunches and bunches.