That gaping hole in your chest
Like a black hole vest
Should have tried to refrain
From putting love to the test

In the early mornings
when the sun and the window blinds beam
on my skin like zebra prints
I am hunted by the lioness
who eagerly tries to devour my being
until I awake covered in sweat
from the chase of her hunger
I escaped from my dreams.

A rose that blooms
Has the right amount of water and sun
A rose that blooms
Will be given to no other but one
A rose that blooms
Has a purpose indeed
For a rose that blooms purpose
Will never mislead

I had someone hold me today
Not the way you used to hold me
And not wrapped in the divine fragrance of your particular scent
But they held me tight enough for my ears to drum in echo
They eased my longing
from your heart that let go
Comforted by the same rhythmical beating
that had once followed
the pulsation of your familiar heartbeat.

The sun met the rain
The rain fell in love
The sun well
she kind of did
kind of, sort of.
The rain asked to wed
The sun well,
she fled.

I admit, that woman you so desired when you were with me, is a divine creation.
I compared myself to her down to the fine angles of her nose tip. I do not have her singing voice and I lack the thousands of fans on my following. I do not have the ****** comments or heartbeats and kisses under my pictures that would make me look more desirable. The excitement you must have felt when she toyed with you at those midnight hours in your media within a media within a media.... How quickly she dove into your imagination of possibility. I should've let her have you sooner after walking into her play pen to find you fiddled like a toy doll in her collection.

I didn’t need a home.
I camped in her ground.
I bathed in her love.
I slept in her sound.